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THE

THE

 

NIGHT-SIDE OF NATURE

NATURE'S NIGHT SIDE

 

OR,

OR,

 

GHOSTS AND GHOST-SEERS.

Ghosts and mediums.

 

BY

BY

 

CATHERINE CROWE

CATHERINE CROWE

 

AUTHORESS  OF  “SUSAN  HOPLEY,”  “LILLY  DAWSON,”  “ARISTODEMUS,”  ETC.

AUTHORESS OF “SUSAN HOPLEY,” “LILLY DAWSON,” “ARISTODEMUS,” ETC.

"Thou com’st in such a questionable shape,

"You're coming in such a questionable shape,

That I will speak to thee.”

That I will talk to you.”

NEW YORK:

NEW YORK:

J. S. REDFIELD, CLINTON HALL.

J. S. REDFIELD, CLINTON HALL.

BOSTON:—B. B. MUSSEY & CO.

BOSTON:—B. B. MUSSEY & CO.

1850.

1850.


PREFACE.

INTRODUCTION.


In my late novel of “Lilly Dawson,” I announced my intention of publishing a work to be called “The Night-Side of Nature;" this is it.

In my recent novel "Lilly Dawson," I mentioned my plan to publish a book titled "The Night-Side of Nature;" here it is.

The term “Night-Side of Nature” I borrow from the Germans, who derive it from the astronomers, the latter denominating that side of a planet which is turned from the sun, its night-side. We are in this condition for a certain number of hours out of every twenty-four; and as, during this interval, external objects loom upon us but strangely and imperfectly, the Germans draw a parallel between these vague and misty perceptions, and the similar obscure and uncertain glimpses we get of that veiled department of nature, of which, while comprising as it does, the solution of questions concerning us more nearly than any other, we are yet in a state of entire and wilful ignorance. For science, at least science in this country, has put it aside as beneath her notice, because new facts that do not fit into old theories are troublesome, and not to be countenanced.

The term “Night-Side of Nature” comes from the Germans, who got it from astronomers. They refer to the side of a planet that faces away from the sun as its nighttime. We experience this state for a certain number of hours every twenty-four; and during this time, external things appear to us in a strange and unclear way. The Germans draw a comparison between these vague and blurry perceptions and the similarly obscure and uncertain insights we have into that hidden aspect of nature. This area holds answers to questions that matter to us more than anything else, yet we remain completely and willfully ignorant about it. Science, at least science in this country, has dismissed it as unworthy of attention because new facts that don’t fit into old theories are seen as bothersome and should be ignored.

We are encompassed on all sides by wonders, and we can scarcely set our foot upon the ground, without trampling upon some marvellous production that our whole life and all our faculties would not suffice to comprehend. Familiarity, however, renders us insensible to the ordinary works of nature; we are apt to forget the miracles they comprise, and even, sometimes, mistaking words for conceptions, commit the error of thinking we understand their mystery. But there is one class of these wonders with which, from their comparatively rare occurrence, we do not become familiar; and these, according to the character of the mind to which they are presented, are frequently either denied as ridiculous and impossible, or received as evidences of supernatural interference—interruptions of those general laws by which God governs the universe; which latter mistake arises from our only seeing these facts without the links that connect them with the rest of nature, just as in the faint light of a starlit night we might distinguish the tall mountains that lift their crests high into the sky, though we could not discern the low chain of hills that united them with each other.

We are surrounded by wonders, and we can hardly take a step without stepping on something amazing that our entire lives and all our abilities wouldn't be enough to grasp. However, being familiar with these things makes us unaware of nature's ordinary wonders; we tend to forget the miracles they contain and sometimes confuse words for understanding, leading us to mistakenly believe we grasp their mysteries. Yet, there’s a category of these wonders that we don’t get used to because they happen less often; these are often either dismissed as silly and impossible or accepted as proof of supernatural intervention—interruptions of the general laws by which God governs the universe. This latter misunderstanding happens because we only see these events without recognizing the connections to the rest of nature, just as, on a starry night, we might see the tall mountains reaching into the sky, even though we can’t see the low hills connecting them.

There are two or three books by German authors, entitled “The Night-Side,” or “The Night-Dominion of Nature,” which are on subjects, more or less analogous to mine. Heinrick Schubert’s is the most celebrated among them; it is a sort of cosmogony of the world, written in a spirit of philosophical mysticism—too much so for English readers in general.

There are a couple of books by German authors called “The Night-Side” or “The Night-Dominion of Nature” that cover topics similar to mine. Heinrick Schubert’s book is the most famous of these; it’s a kind of cosmogony of the world, written with a philosophical mysticism that might be too much for most English readers.

In undertaking to write a book on these subjects myself, I wholly disclaim the pretension of teaching or of enforcing opinions. My object is to suggest inquiry and stimulate observation, in order that we may endeavor, if possible, to discover something regarding our psychical nature, as it exists here in the flesh; and as it is to exist hereafter, out of it.

In deciding to write a book on these topics, I completely reject the idea of education or pushing my views. My goal is to encourage questions and spark observation so that we can try, if possible, to learn something about our mental nature as it exists in the physical world and how it will exist in the future, beyond it.

If I could only induce a few capable persons, instead of laughing at these things, to look at them, my object would be attained, and I should consider my time well spent.

If I could just get a few capable people, instead of mocking these things, to take a closer look at them, I would consider my goal achieved and feel like my time was well spent.


CONTENTS.

CONTENTS.


ChapterPAGE
I.Introduction7
II.The Dwellers in the Temple19
III.Waking and Sleeping, and how the Dweller in the Temple sometimes looks abroad29
IV.Allegorical Dreams, Presentiments, &c.48
V.Warnings66
VI.Double Dreaming and Trance, Wraiths, &c.98
VII.Wraiths130
VIII.Doppelgängers, or Doubles149
IX.Apparitions171
X.The Future that awaits us204
XI.The Power of Will238
XII.Troubled Spirits252
XIII.Haunted Houses273
XIV.Spectral Lights, and Apparitions attached to Certain Families319
XV.Apparitions seeking the Prayers of the Living345
XVI.The Poltergeist of the Germans, and Possession376
XVII.Miscellaneous Phenomena411
XVIII.Conclusion434

THE

THE

NIGHT-SIDE OF NATURE.

NIGHT SIDE OF NATURE.


CHAPTER I.

INTRODUCTION.

“Know ye not that ye are the Temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?”

"Don't you realize that you are the Temple of God and that the Spirit of God resides in you?"

—1 Corinthians, iii. 16.

—1 Corinthians, 3:16.

Most persons are aware that the Greeks and Romans entertained certain notions regarding the state of the soul, or the immortal part of man, after the death of the body, which have been generally held to be purely mythological. Many of them doubtless are so, and of these I am not about to treat; but among their conceptions, there are some which, as they coincide with the opinions of many of the most enlightened persons of the present age, it may be desirable to consider more closely. I allude here particularly to their belief in the tripartite kingdom of the dead. According to this system, there were the Elysian fields, a region in which a certain sort of happiness was enjoyed; and Tartarus, the place of punishment for the wicked; each of which was, comparatively, but thinly inhabited. But there was also a mid-region, peopled with innumerable hosts of wandering and mournful spirits, who, although undergoing no torments, are represented as incessantly bewailing their condition, pining for the life they once enjoyed in the body, longing after the things of the earth, and occupying themselves with the same pursuits and objects as had formerly constituted their business or their pleasure. Old habits are still dear to them, and they can not snap the link that binds them to the earth.

Most people know that the Greeks and Romans had certain ideas about the soul or the immortal part of a person after the body dies, which are mostly seen as purely mythological. Many of these ideas likely are, and I won't discuss those; however, among their beliefs, there are some that align with the views of many of today’s most enlightened thinkers, making it worth examining them more closely. I'm specifically referring to their belief in the three realms of the dead. According to this system, there were the Elysian fields, a place where a certain kind of happiness was experienced, and Tartarus, the area of punishment for the wicked; both of which were relatively sparsely populated. But there was also a middle ground, filled with countless wandering and sorrowful spirits who, although not tormented, are depicted as constantly lamenting their state, yearning for the life they once had in the body, longing for earthly things, and engaging in the same activities they did when they were alive. Old habits still mean a lot to them, and they can't break the connection that ties them to the earth.

Now, although we can not believe in the existence of Charon, the three-headed dog, or Alecto, the serpent-haired fury, it may be worth while to consider whether the persuasion of the ancients with regard to that which concerns us all so nearly—namely, the destiny that awaits us when we have shaken off this mortal coil—may not have some foundation in truth: whether it might not be a remnant of a tradition transmitted from the earliest inhabitants of the earth, wrested by observation from nature, if not communicated from a higher source: and also whether circumstances of constant recurrence in all ages and in all nations, frequently observed and recorded by persons utterly ignorant of classical lore, and unacquainted, indeed, with the dogmas of any creed but their own, do not, as well as various passages in the Scriptures, afford a striking confirmation of this theory of a future life; while it, on the other hand, offers a natural and convenient explanation of their mystery.

Now, while we may not believe in the existence of Charon, the three-headed dog, or Alecto, the serpent-haired fury, it could be worth considering whether the beliefs of ancient people about what happens to us after we leave this life—specifically, the fate that awaits us—might have some basis in reality. It raises the question of whether these ideas might be remnants of a tradition passed down from the earliest inhabitants of the Earth, gained through observation of nature, if not handed down from a higher source. Furthermore, we should think about whether the recurring circumstances seen throughout history and across various cultures, often noted and recorded by individuals who know nothing about classical mythology and are only familiar with their own beliefs, do not, along with certain passages in the Scriptures, provide compelling support for the idea of an afterlife. At the same time, this view offers a natural and straightforward explanation for these mysteries.

To minds which can admit nothing but what can be explained and demonstrated, an investigation of this sort must appear perfectly idle: for while, on the one hand, the most acute intellect or the most powerful logic can throw little light on the subject, it is, at the same time—though I have a confident hope that this will not always be the case—equally irreducible within the present bounds of science; meanwhile, experience, observation, and intuition, must be our principal if not our only guides. Because, in the seventeenth century, credulity outran reason and discretion; the eighteenth century, by a natural reaction, threw itself into an opposite extreme. Whoever closely observes the signs of the times, will be aware that another change is approaching. The contemptuous skepticism of the last age is yielding to a more humble spirit of inquiry; and there is a large class of persons among the most enlightened of the present, who are beginning to believe that much which they had been taught to reject as fable, has been, in reality, ill-understood truth. Somewhat of the mystery of our own being, and of the mysteries that compass us about, are beginning to loom upon us—as yet, it is true, but obscurely; and, in the endeavor to follow out the clew they offer, we have but a feeble light to guide us. We must grope our way through the dim path before us, ever in danger of being led into error, while we may confidently reckon on being pursued by the shafts of ridicule—that weapon so easy to wield, so potent to the weak, so weak to the wise—which has delayed the births of so many truths, but never stifled one. The pharisaical skepticism which denies without investigation, is quite as perilous, and much more contemptible, than the blind credulity which accepts all that it is taught without inquiry; it is, indeed, but another form of ignorance assuming to be knowledge. And by investigation, I do not mean the hasty, captious, angry notice of an unwelcome fact, that too frequently claims the right of pronouncing on a question; but the slow, modest, pains-taking examination, that is content to wait upon Nature, and humbly follow out her disclosures, however opposed to preconceived theories or mortifying to human pride. If scientific men could but comprehend how they discredit the science they really profess, by their despotic arrogance and exclusive skepticism, they would surely, for the sake of that very science they love, affect more liberality and candor. This reflection, however, naturally suggests another, namely, do they really love science, or is it not too frequently with them but the means to an end? Were the love of science genuine, I suspect it would produce very different fruits to that which we see borne by the tree of knowledge, as it flourishes at present; and this suspicion is exceedingly strengthened by the recollection that, among the numerous students and professors of science I have at different times encountered, the real worshippers and genuine lovers of it, for its own sake, have all been men of the most single, candid, unprejudiced, and inquiring minds, willing to listen to all new suggestions, and investigate all new facts; not bold and self-sufficient, but humble and reverent suitors, aware of their own ignorance and unworthiness, and that they are yet but in the primer of Nature’s works, they do not permit themselves to pronounce upon her disclosures, or set limits to her decrees. They are content to admit that things new and unsuspected may yet be true; that their own knowledge of facts being extremely circumscribed, the systems attempted to be established on such uncertain data, must needs be very imperfect, and frequently altogether erroneous; and that it is therefore their duty, as it ought to be their pleasure, to welcome as a stranger every gleam of light that appears in the horizon, let it loom from whatever quarter it may.

To those who can accept only what can be explained and proven, this kind of investigation might seem completely pointless. On one hand, the sharpest minds and the strongest logic shed little light on the topic, and on the other hand—though I hope this won't always be the case—it remains beyond the current limits of science. In the meantime, experience, observation, and intuition must serve as our main, if not our only, guides. In the seventeenth century, belief went beyond reason and caution; the eighteenth century, in reaction, swung to the opposite extreme. Anyone who closely observes the signs of the time will notice that another change is on the way. The dismissive skepticism of the past is giving way to a more humble curiosity, and many among today’s most enlightened people are starting to believe that much of what they were taught to dismiss as myth is, in fact, misunderstood truth. Some of the mysteries of our existence and those surrounding us are beginning to come into view—albeit still faintly. In trying to follow the clues they present, we have only a weak light to guide us. We must navigate our way through the unclear path ahead, always at risk of falling into error, while we can expect to be targeted by ridicule—a weapon easy to wield, effective against the weak, and largely ineffective against the wise—one that has delayed the emergence of many truths, but has never suppressed any. The hypocritical skepticism that denies without investigation is just as dangerous, and much more despicable, than blind gullibility that accepts everything it is taught without question; it is just another form of ignorance pretending to be knowledge. By investigation, I don’t mean the hasty, critical, anger-fueled dismissal of an unwelcome fact that often claims the authority to judge a matter; rather, I mean the slow, humble, painstaking examination that is willing to wait for Nature and obediently follow her revelations, no matter how they challenge established theories or the pride of humanity. If scientists understood how they undermine the very science they profess through their arrogant despotism and exclusive skepticism, they would surely, for the sake of that same science, adopt a more open and honest approach. This thought, however, leads to another: do they genuinely love science, or is it merely a means to an end for them? If the love of science were authentic, I suspect it would yield very different results than those produced by the tree of knowledge as it grows today; this suspicion is strengthened by the fact that among the many students and professors of science I've encountered, the true worshippers and genuine lovers of it for its own sake have always been those with the most open, candid, unbiased, and inquisitive minds—willing to consider all new ideas and investigate all new facts. They are not bold and overconfident but rather humble and respectful seekers who recognize their own ignorance and limitations, understanding that they are still only at the beginning of understanding Nature’s works. They do not rush to judge her revelations or impose limits on her decrees. They willingly accept that new and unexpected things may indeed be true; that their own knowledge of facts is extremely limited, making any systems they try to establish based on such shaky foundations necessarily imperfect and often entirely wrong. Therefore, it is both their duty and joy to welcome every flicker of light that appears on the horizon, no matter which direction it comes from.

But, alas! poor Science has few such lovers! Les beaux yeux de sa cassette, I fear, are much more frequently the objects of attraction than her own fair face.

But, unfortunately! Poor Science has few such admirers! The beautiful eyes of her treasure chest, I fear, are much more often the subjects of attraction than her own lovely face.

The belief in a God, and in the immortality of what we call the soul, is common to all nations; but our own intellect does not enable us to form any conception of either one or the other. All the information we have on these subjects is comprised in such hints as the Scripture here and there give us: whatever other conclusions we draw, must be the result of observation and experience. Unless founded upon these, the opinion of the most learned theologian or the most profound student of science that ever lived, is worth no more than that of any other person. They know nothing whatever about these mysteries; and all a priori reasoning on them is utterly valueless. The only way, therefore, of attaining any glimpses of the truth in an inquiry of this nature, where our intellect can serve us so little, is to enter on it with the conviction that, knowing nothing, we are not entitled to reject any evidence that may be offered to us, till it has been thoroughly sifted, and proved to be fallacious. That the facts presented to our notice appear to us absurd, and altogether inconsistent with the notions our intellects would have enabled us to form, should have no weight whatever in the investigation. Our intellects are no measure of God Almighty’s designs; and, I must say, that I do think one of the most irreverent, dangerous, and sinful things man or woman can be guilty of, is to reject with scorn and laughter any intimation which, however strangely it may strike upon our minds, and however adverse it may be to our opinions, may possibly be showing us the way to one of God’s truths. Not knowing all the conditions, and wanting so many links of the chain, it is impossible for us to pronounce on what is probable and consistent, and what is not; and, this being the case, I think the time is ripe for drawing attention to certain phenomena, which, under whatever aspect we may consider them, are, beyond doubt, exceedingly interesting and curious; while, if the view many persons are disposed to take of them be the correct one, they are much more than this. I wish, also, to make the English public acquainted with the ideas entertained on these subjects by a large proportion of German minds of the highest order. It is a distinctive characteristic of the thinkers of that country, that, in the first place, they do think independently and courageously; and, in the second, that they never shrink from promulgating the opinions they have been led to form, however new, strange, heterodox, or even absurd, they may appear to others. They do not succumb, as people do in this country, to the fear of ridicule; nor are they in danger of the odium that here pursues those who deviate from established notions; and the consequence is, that, though many fallacious theories and untenable propositions may be advanced, a great deal of new truth is struck out from the collision; and in the result, as must always be the case, what is true lives and is established, and what is false dies and is forgotten. But here, in Britain, our critics and colleges are in such haste to strangle and put down every new discovery that does not emanate from themselves, or which is not a fulfilling of the ideas of the day, but which, being somewhat opposed to them, promises to be troublesome from requiring new thought to render it intelligible, that one might be induced to suppose them divested of all confidence in this inviolable law; while the more important and the higher the results involved may be, the more angry they are with those who advocate them. They do not quarrel with a new metal or a new plant, and even a new comet or a new island stands a fair chance of being well received; the introduction of a planet appears, from late events, to be more difficult; while phrenology and mesmerism testify that any discovery tending to throw light on what most deeply concerns us, namely, our own being, must be prepared to encounter a storm of angry persecution. And one of the evils of this hasty and precipitate opposition is, that the passions and interests of the opposers become involved in the dispute: instead of investigators, they become partisans; having declared against it in the outset, it is important to their petty interests that the thing shall not be true; and they determine that it shall not, if they can help it. Hence, these hasty, angry investigations of new facts, and the triumph with which failures are recorded; and hence the wilful overlooking of the axiom that a thousand negatives can not overthrow the evidence of one affirmative experiment. I always distrust those who have declared themselves strongly in the beginning of a controversy. Opinions which, however rashly avowed, may have been honest at first, may have been changed for many a long day before they are retracted. In the meantime, the march of truth is obstructed, and its triumph is delayed; timid minds are alarmed; those who dare not or can not think for themselves, are subdued; there is much needless suffering incurred, and much good lost; but the truth goes quietly on its way, and reaches the goal at last.

The belief in God and the immortality of what we call the soul is common across all cultures, but our minds don’t really allow us to grasp either concept fully. All we have on these topics comes from hints here and there in Scripture; any other conclusions we reach have to come from observation and experience. Unless they’re based on that, the views of the most knowledgeable theologian or the deepest thinker in science are worth no more than anyone else's. They know nothing about these mysteries, and all reasoning based on assumptions about them is completely worthless. Therefore, the only way to get any glimpse of the truth in this kind of inquiry, where our intellect is of little help, is to approach it with the understanding that, since we know nothing, we shouldn’t dismiss any evidence presented to us until it has been thoroughly examined and proven to be false. Just because the facts we encounter seem absurd or entirely at odds with what we’d expect should have no bearing on our investigation. Our understanding isn’t a measure of God’s designs; and I believe one of the most disrespectful, dangerous, and sinful things anyone can do is to mock or dismiss any indication that may strangely challenge our minds, no matter how opposed it is to our opinions, as it may be revealing one of God’s truths. Not knowing all the conditions and missing many links in the chain makes it impossible for us to judge what is likely or consistent and what is not; given this, I think it’s time to bring attention to certain phenomena that, no matter how we look at them, are undeniably fascinating and curious. If the interpretation that many people have of them is correct, they are even more than that. I also want to make the English public aware of the perspectives on these issues held by a significant portion of the brightest minds in Germany. A unique trait of thinkers from that country is that they think independently and fearlessly; moreover, they never shy away from sharing the opinions they’ve formed, even if those opinions are new, strange, unorthodox, or might seem absurd to others. Unlike people here, they don’t give in to the fear of ridicule, nor do they face the backlash that often comes in Britain for challenging established ideas. As a result, although many flawed theories and unsound propositions may be suggested, a lot of new truth emerges from the clash of ideas, and as always, what is true survives and becomes accepted while what is false fades away and gets forgotten. But here in Britain, our critics and universities are so quick to suppress any new discovery that doesn’t originate from them or doesn’t fit with current ideas, especially if it seems to oppose them and requires new ways of thinking to understand it, that one might assume they lack any trust in this fundamental principle. The more significant and profound the results might be, the angrier they become at those who support them. They don’t dispute new metals or plants, and even a new comet or island usually gets a decent reception; lately, it seems that introducing a new planet has become trickier. Discoveries like phrenology and mesmerism show that any finding that sheds light on what truly matters to us—our own existence—risks facing a storm of fierce opposition. One downside of this hasty and rash rejection is that the emotions and interests of the opponents get tangled in the argument: instead of being neutral investigators, they become biased partisans, and having declared against something from the start, it becomes crucial to their self-interest that it isn’t true; they'll do anything they can to ensure it "shall" not be accepted. This leads to rushed, angry investigations into new facts, celebrating failures, and willfully ignoring the principle that a thousand negatives can’t outweigh the evidence from a single positive experiment. I’m always suspicious of those who have taken a strong stance at the beginning of a debate. Opinions that may have been honestly held, even if fearlessly declared, can change over a long time before they’re retracted. In the meantime, the progress of truth is hindered, its victory delayed; fearful minds are intimidated; those who can’t or won’t think for themselves get suppressed; there’s a lot of unnecessary suffering, and a lot of good is lost; yet, the truth continues on its path, ultimately reaching its destination.

With respect to the subjects I am here going to treat of, it is not simply the result of my own reflections and convictions that I am about to offer. On the contrary, I intend to fortify my position by the opinions of many other writers; the chief of whom will, for the reasons above given, namely, that it is they who have principally attended to the question, be Germans. I am fully aware that in this country a very considerable number of persons lean to some of these opinions, and I think I might venture to assert that I have the majority on my side, as far as regards ghosts—for it is beyond a doubt that many more are disposed to believe than to confess—and those who do confess, are not few. The deep interest with which any narration of spiritual appearances bearing the stamp, or apparent stamp, of authenticity is listened to in every society, is one proof that, though the fear of ridicule may suppress, it can not extinguish that intuitive persuasion, of which almost every one is more or less conscious.

Regarding the topics I'm going to discuss, what I’m about to present isn't just my own thoughts and beliefs. Instead, I aim to support my viewpoint with the opinions of many other writers, primarily Germans, for the reasons previously mentioned—they are the ones who have focused on this issue the most. I'm fully aware that many people in this country lean toward some of these viewpoints, and I believe I can confidently say that I have the majority on my side, particularly when it comes to ghosts—it's clear that many more people tend to believe than admit it, and those who do admit it are not few in number. The strong interest with which any story of spiritual sightings, especially those that seem credible, is received in every society shows that, although the fear of mockery may keep some quiet, it can't completely erase that intuitive belief of which most people are at least somewhat aware.

I avow, that in writing this book, I have a higher aim than merely to afford amusement. I wish to engage the earnest attention of my readers; because I am satisfied that the opinions I am about to advocate, seriously entertained, would produce very beneficial results. We are all educated in the belief of a future state, but how vague and ineffective this belief is with the majority of persons, we too well know; for although, as I have said above, the number of those who are what is called believers in ghosts and similar phenomena is very large, it is a belief that they allow to sit extremely lightly on their minds. Although they feel that the evidence from within and from without is too strong to be altogether set aside, they have never permitted themselves to weigh the significance of the facts. They are afraid of that bugbear, Superstition—a title of opprobrium which it is very convenient to attach to whatever we do not believe ourselves. They forget that nobody has a right to call any belief superstitious, till he can prove that it is unfounded. Now, no one that lives can assert that the reappearance of the dead is impossible; all he has a right to say is, that he does not believe it; and the interrogation that should immediately follow this declaration is, “Have you devoted your life to sifting all the evidence that has been adduced on the other side, from the earliest periods of history and tradition?” and even though the answer were in the affirmative, and that the investigation had been conscientiously pursued, it would be still a bold inquirer that would think himself entitled to say, the question was no longer open. But the rashness and levity with which mankind make professions of believing and disbelieving, are, all things considered, phenomena much more extraordinary than the most extraordinary ghost-story that ever was related. The truth is, that not one person in a thousand, in the proper sense of the word, believes anything; they only fancy they believe, because they have never seriously considered the meaning of the word and all that it involves. That which the human mind can not conceive of, is apt to slip from its grasp like water from the hand; and life out of the flesh falls under this category. The observation of any phenomena, therefore, which enabled us to master the idea, must necessarily be extremely beneficial; and it must be remembered, that one single thoroughly well-established instance of the reappearance of a deceased person, would not only have this effect, but that it would afford a demonstrative proof of the deepest of all our intuitions, namely, that a future life awaits us.

I want to say that in writing this book, I have a goal that goes beyond just providing entertainment. I aim to capture the serious attention of my readers because I believe that the ideas I’m about to discuss, when taken seriously, could lead to very positive outcomes. Although we are all taught to believe in a life after death, it’s clear how vague and ineffective this belief is for most people. Even though, as I've mentioned, a significant number of people claim to believe in ghosts and similar phenomena, this belief often doesn't weigh heavily on their minds. They recognize that the evidence from both inside and outside is too compelling to ignore, yet they haven't truly considered what these facts mean. They shy away from the fear of superstition, a label that’s conveniently tagged onto any belief we don't personally hold. They forget that no one has the right to label any belief as superstitious unless they can prove it is unfounded. No one living can claim that the return of the dead is impossible; all they can say is that they don’t believe it. The question that should follow this statement is, “Have you dedicated your life to examining all the evidence presented over time?” Even if the answer is yes, and the investigation was thorough, it would still take an audacious person to claim that the matter is settled. However, the rashness and carelessness with which people declare their beliefs are, in reality, much more extraordinary than any ghost story ever told. The truth is, very few people genuinely believe in anything; they merely think they do because they haven't deeply contemplated the meaning of belief and everything it entails. What the human mind cannot fully grasp tends to slip away like water through the fingers; and life beyond the body falls into this category. Therefore, observing any phenomena that help us understand this concept must be incredibly useful; and remember, just one well-documented case of someone returning from the dead would not only demonstrate this but would also provide undeniable proof of one of our strongest intuitions—that there is a future life waiting for us.

Not to mention the modern Germans of eminence, who have devoted themselves to this investigation, there have been men remarkable for intellect in all countries, who have considered the subject worthy of inquiry. Among the rest, Plato, Pliny, and Lucien; and in our own country, that good old divine, Dr. Henry Moore, Dr. Johnson, Addison, Isaac Taylor, and many others. It may be objected that the eternally-quoted case of Nicolai, the bookseller at Berlin, and Dr. Ferriar’s “Theory of Apparitions,” had not then settled the question; but nobody doubts that Nicolai’s was a case of disease; and he was well aware of it himself, as it appears to me, everybody so afflicted, is. I was acquainted with a poor woman, in Edinburgh, who suffered from this malady, brought on, I believe, by drinking; but she was perfectly conscious of the nature of the illusions; and that temperance and a doctor were the proper exorcists to lay the spirits. With respect to Dr. Ferriar’s book, a more shallow one was assuredly never allowed to settle any question; and his own theory can not, without the most violent straining, and the assistance of what he calls coincidences, meet even half the cases he himself adduces. That such a disease, as he describes, exists, nobody doubts; but I maintain that there are hundreds of cases on record, for which the explanation does not suffice; and if they have been instances of spectral illusion, all that remains to be said, is, that a fundamental reconstruction of the theory on that subject is demanded.

Not to mention the prominent modern Germans who have dedicated themselves to this investigation, there have been brilliant minds in all countries who have found the topic worth exploring. Among them are Plato, Pliny, and Lucien; and in our own country, notable figures like the respected Dr. Henry Moore, Dr. Johnson, Addison, Isaac Taylor, and many others. Some might argue that the frequently cited case of Nicolai, the bookseller in Berlin, and Dr. Ferriar’s “Theory of Apparitions,” hadn't yet resolved the issue; however, no one doubts that Nicolai’s case was one of illness, and it seems to me that everyone suffering from such issues is well aware of it. I knew a poor woman in Edinburgh who suffered from this condition, which I believe was caused by excessive drinking; she was fully conscious of the nature of her illusions, knowing that moderation and a doctor were the right ways to solve her problems. Regarding Dr. Ferriar’s book, surely no shallower work has ever been used to settle any question; and his own theory cannot, without the most extreme stretching and relying on what he calls coincidences, adequately account for even half the cases he presents. That such a disease, as he describes, exists, is not in doubt; but I assert that there are hundreds of documented cases for which his explanation falls short; and if they are instances of spectral illusion, then a complete reevaluation of the theory on that subject is necessary.

La Place says, in his “Essay on Probabilities,” that “any case, however apparently incredible, if it be a recurrent case, is as much entitled, under the laws of induction, to a fair valuation, as if it had been more probable beforehand.” Now, no one will deny that the case in question possesses this claim to investigation. Determined skeptics may, indeed, deny that there exists any well-authenticated instance of an apparition; but that, at present, can only be a mere matter of opinion; since many persons, as competent to judge as themselves, maintain the contrary; and in the meantime, I arraign their right to make this objection till they have qualified themselves to do so, by a long course of patient and honest inquiry; always remembering that every instance of error or imposition discovered and adduced, has no positive value whatever in the argument, but as regards that single instance; though it may enforce upon us the necessity of strong evidence and careful investigation. With respect to the evidence, past and present, I must be allowed here to remark on the extreme difficulty of producing it. Not to mention the acknowledged carelessness of observers and the alleged incapacity of persons to distinguish between reality and illusion, there is an exceeding shyness in most people, who, either have seen, or fancied they have seen, an apparition, to speak of it at all, except to some intimate friend; so that one gets most of the stories second-hand; while even those who are less chary of their communications, are imperative against their name and authority being given to the public. Besides this, there is a great tendency in most people, after the impression is over, to think they may have been deceived; and where there is no communication or other circumstance rendering this conviction impossible, it is not difficult to acquire it, or at least so much of it as leaves the case valueless. The seer is glad to find this refuge from the unpleasant feelings engendered; while surrounding friends, sometimes from genuine skepticism, and sometimes from good-nature, almost invariably lean to this explanation of the mystery. In consequence of these difficulties and those attending the very nature of the phenomena, I freely admit that the facts I shall adduce, as they now stand, can have no scientific value; they can not in short, enter into the region of science at all, still less into that of philosophy. Whatever conclusions we may be led to form, can not be founded on pure induction. We must confine ourselves wholly within the region of opinion; if we venture beyond which, we shall assuredly founder. In the beginning, all sciences have been but a collection of facts, afterward to be examined, compared, and weighed, by intelligent minds. To the vulgar, who do not see the universal law which governs the universe, everything out of the ordinary course of events, is a prodigy; but to the enlightened mind there are no prodigies; for it perceives that in both the moral and the physical world, there is a chain of uninterrupted connection; and that the most strange and even apparently contradictory or supernatural fact or event will be found, on due investigation, to be strictly dependent on its antecedents. It is possible, that there may be a link wanting, and that our investigations may, consequently, be fruitless; but the link is assuredly there, although our imperfect knowledge and limited vision can not find it.

La Place states in his "Essay on Probabilities" that “any situation, no matter how unbelievable it seems, if it's a recurring one, deserves a fair assessment under the laws of induction, just like something that seemed more likely beforehand.” Now, no one can deny that the situation in question deserves investigation. Some determined skeptics might argue that there’s no reliable record of an apparition; however, that remains just an opinion for now, since many people, equally qualified to judge, believe otherwise. In the meantime, I challenge their right to make this claim until they’ve thoroughly and honestly investigated the matter. They should always remember that any instance of error or deception that’s discovered only has relevance to that single case; it emphasizes the need for strong evidence and careful research. Regarding the evidence, both past and present, I’d like to point out how challenging it is to produce it. Aside from the general carelessness of observers and the alleged inability of some people to tell the difference between reality and illusion, many people who have seen—or thought they have seen—an apparition are quite reserved about discussing it, except with close friends. As a result, we often hear most of these stories second-hand, and even those who are less hesitant about sharing are usually reluctant to allow their names and credentials to be publicized. Additionally, many people tend to think they might have been misled after the experience has passed. Where there are no discussions or circumstances that make this belief impossible, it’s easy to feel that way, which can render the situation meaningless. The person who saw the apparition is often relieved to find this as a way to escape the uncomfortable feelings, while surrounding friends, sometimes due to genuine skepticism and other times out of kindness, typically lean toward this explanation of the mystery. Because of these challenges and the nature of the phenomena, I readily admit that the facts I present, as they currently stand, lack scientific value; in fact, they don’t fall within the realm of science at all, let alone philosophy. Any conclusions we might form cannot be based solely on pure induction. We must completely limit ourselves to the realm of opinion; if we go beyond that, we’ll definitely fail. At the beginning, all sciences were merely a collection of facts that were later examined, compared, and evaluated by intelligent minds. To the average person, who is unaware of the universal laws that govern everything, anything that deviates from the ordinary seems miraculous; but to an enlightened mind, there are no miracles, as it recognizes that both the moral and physical worlds are interconnected. It concludes that even the strangest and seemingly contradictory or supernatural events can be shown, upon investigation, to rely on prior events. It is possible that there’s a missing link, making our investigations fruitless; but that link surely exists, even if our limited knowledge and vision cannot find it.

And it is here the proper place to observe, that, in undertaking to treat of the phenomena in question, I do not propose to consider them as supernatural; on the contrary, I am persuaded that the time will come, when they will be reduced strictly within the bounds of science. It was the tendency of the last age to reject and deny everything they did not understand; I hope it is the growing tendency of the present one to examine what we do not understand. Equally disposed with our predecessors of the eighteenth century to reject the supernatural, and to believe the order of nature inviolable, we are disposed to extend the bounds of nature and science, till they comprise within their limits all the phenomena, ordinary and extraordinary, by which we are surrounded. Scarcely a month passes that we do not hear of some new and important discovery in science. It is a domain in which nothing is stable, and every year overthrows some of the hasty and premature theories of the preceding ones; and this will continue to be the case as long as scientific men occupy themselves each with his own subject, without studying the great and primal truths—what the French call les vérités mères—which link the whole together. Meantime, there is a continual unsettling. Truth, if it do not emanate from an acknowledged authority, is generally rejected; and error, if it do, is as often accepted; while, whoever disputes the received theory, whatever it be—we mean especially that adopted by the professors of colleges—does it at his peril. But there is a day yet brooding in the bosom of time, when the sciences will be no longer isolated; when we shall no longer deny, but be able to account for, phenomena apparently prodigious, or have the modesty, if we can not explain them, to admit that the difficulty arises solely from our own incapacity. The system of centralization in statistics seems to be of doubtful advantage; but a greater degree of centralization appears to be very much needed in the domain of science. Some improvement in this respect might do wonders, particularly if reinforced with a slight infusion of patience and humility into the minds of scientific men; together with the recollection that facts and phenomena, which do not depend on our will, must be waited for—that we must be at their command, for they will not be at ours.

And it’s important to note that in discussing the phenomena in question, I don’t intend to view them as supernatural. Instead, I believe that a time will come when they will be fully understood within the framework of science. The last century tended to reject and deny everything it didn’t understand; I hope our current era is leaning towards examining what we don’t yet grasp. Like our 18th-century predecessors, we are inclined to dismiss the supernatural and trust in the inviolable order of nature. However, we are also eager to expand the boundaries of nature and science to include all phenomena, whether ordinary or extraordinary, that surround us. Hardly a month goes by without hearing about a new and significant scientific discovery. This field is constantly changing, and each year challenges some of the hasty and premature theories from the previous ones. This will keep happening as long as scientists focus on their specific areas without studying the overarching truths—what the French call the mother truths—that connect everything. Meanwhile, there’s a constant state of confusion. Truth, unless it comes from a recognized authority, is often rejected; and error, if it does, is frequently accepted. Anyone who challenges the accepted theory—especially that endorsed by college professors—does so at their own risk. But a day is approaching when the sciences will no longer be isolated; when we will not deny but instead be able to explain seemingly extraordinary phenomena, or, if we can’t explain them, acknowledge that the issue lies in our own limitations. While the centralized system in statistics may have questionable benefits, a greater level of centralization seems necessary in science. Some improvements in this area could work wonders, especially if paired with a bit of patience and humility among scientists, and the understanding that facts and phenomena, which are independent of our desires, require waiting for—they must be at our command since we cannot control them.

But to return once more to our own subject. If we do believe that a future life awaits us, there can be nothing more natural than the desire to obtain some information as to what manner of life that is to be for which any one of us may, before this time to-morrow, have exchanged his present mode of being. That there does not exist a greater interest with regard to this question in the mind of man, arises partly from the vague, intangible kind of belief he entertains of the fact; partly from his absorption in worldly affairs, and the hard and indigestible food upon which his clerical shepherds pasture him—for, under dogmatic theology, religion seems to have withered away to the mere husk of spiritualism; and partly, also, from the apparent impossibility of pursuing the inquiry to any purpose. As I said before, observation and experience can alone guide us in such an inquiry; for, though most people have a more or less intuitive sense of their own immortality, intuition is silent as to the mode of it; and the question I am anxious here to discuss with my readers is, whether we have any facts to observe, or any experience from which, on this most interesting of all subjects, a conclusion may be drawn. Great as the difficulty is of producing evidence, it will, I think, be pretty generally admitted that, although each individual case, as it stands alone, may be comparatively valueless, the amount of recurrent cases forms a body of evidence that, on any other subject, would scarcely be rejected; and since, if the facts are accepted, they imperatively demand an explanation—for, assuredly, the present theory of spectral illusions can not comprise them—our inquiry, let it terminate in whatever conclusion it may, can not be useless or uninteresting. Various views of the phenomena in question may be taken; and although I shall offer my own opinions and the theories and opinions of others, I insist upon none. I do not write to dogmatise, but to suggest reflection and inquiry. The books of Dr. Ferriar, Dr. Hibbert, and Dr. Thatcher, the American, are all written to support one exclusive theory; and they only give such cases as serve to sustain it. They maintain that the whole phenomena are referrible to nervous or sanguineous derangement, and are mere subjective illusions; and whatever instance can not be covered by this theory, they reject as false, or treat as a case of extraordinary coincidence. In short, they arrange the facts to their theory, not their theory to the facts. Their books can not, therefore, claim to be considered as anything more than essays on a special disease; they have no pretence whatever to the character of investigations. The question, consequently, remains as much an open one as before they treated it; while we have the advantage of their experience and information, with regard to the peculiar malady that forms the subject of their works. On that subject it is not my intention to enter; it is a strictly medical one, and every information may be obtained respecting it in the above-named treatises, and others emanating from the faculty.

But let's get back to our topic. If we believe that there's a life after this one, it makes perfect sense to want to learn about what that life might be like, especially since any of us could, by this time tomorrow, have left our current existence behind. The lack of intense interest in this topic among people stems partly from the unclear and abstract belief they have about it; partly from their focus on everyday life, and the difficult and unappetizing ideas fed to them by their religious leaders—because under strict dogma, religion has often shrunk to just the shell of spirituality; and partly from the apparent impossibility of exploring the question meaningfully. As I've mentioned before, only observation and experience can guide us in this inquiry; most people have a sort of gut feeling about their own immortality, but intuition doesn’t clarify how that immortality looks. The question I want to discuss with my readers is whether we have any observable facts or experiences to draw conclusions from regarding this fascinating topic. Despite the challenge of gathering evidence, I think it's widely accepted that even though each individual case might seem relatively insignificant on its own, the total number of recurring cases provides a weight of evidence that would hardly be dismissed in any other field; and since these accepted facts clearly require an explanation—because the current understanding of spectral illusions cannot account for them—our inquiry, no matter where it leads, can't be pointless or dull. There are various perspectives on these phenomena; while I will share both my opinions and those of others, I don't impose any of them. I'm not here to assert dogma, but to encourage reflection and inquiry. The works of Dr. Ferriar, Dr. Hibbert, and Dr. Thatcher, the American, are all aimed at supporting one specific theory and only present cases that back it up. They argue that the entire phenomenon can be attributed to nervous or blood disorders and are nothing more than subjective illusions; any instance that doesn't fit this theory they dismiss as false or label as a mere coincidence. Essentially, they shape the facts to suit their theory rather than shaping their theory to fit the facts. Therefore, their books shouldn't be seen as anything more than essays on a particular illness; they have no claim to being true investigations. Consequently, the question remains as open as it was before they addressed it, while we benefit from their experiences and insights regarding the specific illness that their works discuss. I won't delve into that topic; it's purely a medical one, and you can find all the needed information in the aforementioned texts and others from the medical community.

The subjects I do intend to treat of are the various kinds of prophetic dreams, presentiments, second-sight, and apparitions; and, in short, all that class of phenomena which appears to throw some light on our physical nature, and on the probable state of the soul after death. In this discussion, I shall make free use of my German authorities, Doctors Kerner, Stilling, Werner, Eschenmayer, Ennemoser, Passavent, Schubert, Von Meyer, &c., &c.; and I here make a general acknowledgment to that effect, because it would embarrass my book too much to be constantly giving names and references, although, when I quote their words literally, I shall make a point of doing so; and because, also, that, as I have been both thinking and reading much on these subjects for a considerable time past, I am, in fact, no longer in a condition to appropriate, either to them or to myself, each his own. This, however, is a matter of very little consequence, as I am not desirous of claiming any idea as mine that can be found elsewhere. It is enough for me, if I succeed in making a tolerably clear exposition of the subject, and can induce other people to reflect upon it.

The topics I plan to discuss are the different types of prophetic dreams, premonitions, intuition, and ghosts; essentially, everything that seems to shed light on our physical existence and what might happen to the soul after death. In this conversation, I'll draw heavily from my German sources, including Doctors Kerner, Stilling, Werner, Eschenmayer, Ennemoser, Passavent, Schubert, Von Meyer, etc.; I want to acknowledge them here in general because constantly naming them would clutter my book too much, although I will be sure to quote their words directly when I do so. Also, after thinking and reading about these topics for quite some time, I’m no longer in a position to attribute specific ideas to either them or myself. However, this isn’t very important, as I don’t want to claim any ideas as my own if they can be found elsewhere. It’s enough for me to provide a reasonably clear explanation of the topic and encourage others to think about it.


CHAPTER II.

THE DWELLER IN THE TEMPLE.

It is almost needless to observe, that the Scriptures repeatedly speak of man as a tripartite being, consisting of spirit, soul, and body: and that, according to St. Paul, we have two bodies—a natural body and a spiritual body; the former being designed as our means of communication with the external world—an instrument to be used and controlled by our nobler parts. It is this view of it, carried to a fanaticism, which has led to the various and extraordinary mortifications recorded of ascetics. As is remarked by the Rev. Hare Townshend, in a late edition of his book on mesmerism, in this fleshly body consists our organic life; in the body which we are to retain through eternity, consists our fundamental life. May not the first, he says, “be a temporary development of the last, just as leaves, flowers, and fruits, are the temporary developments of a tree? And in the same manner that these pass and drop away, yet leave the principle of reproduction behind, so may our present organs be detached from us by death, and yet the ground of our existence be spared to us continuously.”

It is almost unnecessary to point out that the Scriptures often refer to humans as having three parts: spirit, soul, and body. According to St. Paul, we have two bodies—a natural body and a spiritual body. The natural body serves as our way to interact with the outside world, an instrument meant to be used and guided by our higher selves. This perspective, taken to an extreme, has resulted in the various intense self-discipline practices observed among ascetics. As noted by Rev. Hare Townshend in a recent edition of his book on mesmerism, our organic life is contained within this physical body, while our eternal body holds our essential life. He suggests that the first might be “a temporary expression of the last, just like leaves, flowers, and fruits are temporary expressions of a tree. And just as these fall away but leave behind the ability to reproduce, our current bodies might be separated from us through death, yet the essence of our existence would remain with us continuously.”

Without entering into the subtle disputes of philosophers, with regard to the spirit, a subject on which there is a standing controversy between the disciples of Hegel and those of other teachers, I need only observe that the Scriptures seem to indicate what some of the heathen sages taught, that the spirit that dwells within us is the spirit of God, incorporated in us for a period, for certain ends of his own, to be thereby wrought out. What those ends are, it does not belong to my present subject to consider. In this spirit so imparted to us, dwells, says Eschenmayer, the conscience, which keeps watch over the body and the soul, saying, “Thus shalt thou do!” And it is to this Christ addresses himself when he bids his disciples become perfect, like their Father in heaven. The soul is subject to the spirit; and its functions are, to will, or choose, to think, and to feel, and to become thereby cognizant of the true, the beautiful, and the good; comprehending the highest principle, the highest ideal, and the most perfect happiness. The Ego, or I, is the resultant of the three forces, Pneuma, Psyche, Soma—spirit, soul, and body.

Without diving into the complex debates of philosophers about the spirit, a topic that has long been disputed between Hegel's followers and those of other thinkers, I’ll simply point out that the Scriptures seem to suggest what some ancient sages taught: that the spirit within us is the spirit of God, present in us temporarily for his own purposes, which we are meant to fulfill. What those purposes are is not the focus of my discussion here. According to Eschenmayer, this imparted spirit harbors the conscience, which oversees our body and soul, telling us, “You should do this!” This is what Christ refers to when he tells his disciples to be perfect like their Father in heaven. The soul is under the influence of the spirit, and its functions are to will, choose, think, and feel, allowing us to recognize the true, the beautiful, and the good; grasping the highest principle, the highest ideal, and the ultimate happiness. The Ego, or I, is the outcome of the three forces: Pneuma, Psyche, Soma—spirit, soul, and body.

In the spirit or soul, or rather in both conjoined, dwells, also, the power of spiritual seeing, or intuitive knowing; for, as there is a spiritual body, there is a spiritual eye, and a spiritual ear, and so forth; or, to speak more correctly, all these sensuous functions are comprised in one universal sense, which does not need the aid of the bodily organs; but, on the contrary, is most efficient when most freed from them. It remains to be seen whether, or in what degree, such separation can take place during life; complete it can not be till death; but whoever believes sincerely that the divine spirit dwells within him, can, I should think, find no difficulty in conceiving that, although from the temporary conditions to which that spirit is subjected, this universal faculty is limited and obscured, it must still retain its indefeasible attribute.

In the spirit or soul, or both together, there is also the power of spiritual vision or instinctive understanding; because just as there is a spiritual body, there is a spiritual eye, and a spiritual ear, and so on; or, more accurately, all these sensory functions are part of one universal sense that doesn't need physical organs; in fact, it works best when it's most free from them. It remains to be seen whether or how much such separation can happen during life; it can't be complete until death; but anyone who truly believes that the divine spirit resides within them shouldn't find it hard to understand that, even though this universal ability is limited and clouded by the temporary conditions the spirit faces, it must still keep its undeniable nature.

We may naturally conclude that the most perfect state of man on earth consists in the most perfect unity of the spirit and the soul; and to those who in this life have attained the nearest to that unity will the entire assimilation of the two, after they are separated from the body, be the easiest; while to those who have lived only their intellectual and external life, this union must be extremely difficult, the soul having chosen its part with the body, and divorced itself, as much as in it lay, from the spirit. The voice of conscience is then scarcely heard; and the soul, degraded and debased, can no longer perform its functions of discerning the true, the beautiful, and the good.

We can naturally conclude that the best state for a person on earth is when their spirit and soul are perfectly united. Those who achieve this unity in life will find it much easier to fully combine the two after they're separated from their body. In contrast, those who have only lived through their intellect and external experiences will struggle with this union since their soul has practically aligned itself with the body and separated from the spirit. The voice of conscience is barely audible in this case, and the soul, diminished and weakened, can no longer fulfill its role in recognizing what is true, beautiful, and good.

On these distinct functions of the soul and spirit, however, it is not my intention to insist, since it appears to me a subject on which we are not yet in a condition to dogmatize. We know rather more about our bodies, by means of which the soul and spirit are united and brought into contact with the material world, and which are constructed wholly with a view to the conditions of that world; such as time, space, solidity, extension, &c., &c. But we must conceive of God as necessarily independent of these conditions. To Him, all times and all places must be for ever present; and it is thus that he is omniscient and omnipresent; and since we are placed by the spirit in immediate relation with God and the spiritual world, just as we are placed by the body in immediate relation with the material world, we may, in the first place, form a notion of the possibility that some faint gleams of these inherent attributes may, at times, shoot up through the clay in which the spirit has taken up its temporary abode; and we may also admit, that through the connection which exists between us and the spiritual world, it is not impossible but that we may, at times, and under certain conditions, become cognizant of, and enter into more immediate relation with it. This is the only postulate I ask; for, as I said before, I do not wish to enforce opinions, but to suggest probabilities, or at least possibilities, and thus arouse reflection and inquiry.

Regarding the different functions of the soul and spirit, I don’t want to insist too much on this topic since I feel we’re not yet in a position to be certain about it. We know more about our bodies, which connect the soul and spirit to the material world and are entirely designed to fit the conditions of that world, like time, space, solidity, extension, etc. However, we must think of God as being completely independent of these conditions. For Him, all times and places must always be present; this is how He is all-knowing and everywhere at once. Since the spirit connects us directly with God and the spiritual realm, just as the body connects us to the material world, we can first consider the possibility that some faint glimpses of these inherent attributes might occasionally emerge through the physical form where the spirit temporarily resides. Additionally, we can acknowledge that through the connection we have with the spiritual world, it's possible that we may, at times and under certain conditions, become aware of it and form a more direct relationship with it. This is the only assumption I’m making; as I mentioned before, I don’t want to impose beliefs but rather suggest probabilities or at least possibilities, sparking thought and exploration.

With respect to the term invisible world, I beg to remind my readers, that what we call seeing is merely the function of an organ constructed for that purpose in relation to the external world; and so limited are its powers, that we are surrounded by many things in that world which we can not see without the aid of artificial appliances and many other things which we can not see even with them; the atmosphere in which we live, for example, although its weight and mechanical forces are the subjects of accurate calculation, is entirely imperceptible to our visual organs. Thus, the fact that we do not commonly see them, forms no legitimate objection to the hypothesis of our being surrounded by a world of spirits, or of that world being inter-diffused among us. Supposing the question to be decided that we do sometimes become cognizant of them, which, however, I admit it is not, since, whether the apparitions are subjective, or objective, that is, whether they are the mere phenomena of disease, or real out-standing appearances, is the inquiry I desire to promote—but, I say, supposing that question were decided in the affirmative, the next that arises is, how, or by what means do we see them; or, if they address us, hear them? If that universal sense which appears to me to be inseparable from the idea of spirit, be once admitted, I think there can be no difficulty in answering this question; and if it be objected that we are conscious of no such sense, I answer, that both in dreams and in certain abnormal states of the body, it is frequently manifested. In order to render this more clear, and, at the same time, to give an interesting instance of this sort of phenomenon, I will transcribe a passage from a letter of St. Augustine to his friend Evadius (Epistola 159. Antwerp edition).

Regarding the term invisible realm, I want to remind my readers that what we call viewing is just the function of an organ designed for that purpose in relation to the external world; and its powers are so limited that we are surrounded by many things in that world that we cannot see without the aid of artificial devices, and many other things that we cannot see even with them. The atmosphere we live in, for instance, although its weight and mechanical forces can be accurately calculated, is completely invisible to our eyes. Therefore, the fact that we don’t commonly see them doesn't legitimately argue against the hypothesis that we are surrounded by a world of spirits, or that such a world is blended with ours. Now, assuming we can sometimes recognize them—which, I admit, isn’t settled yet, since whether the sightings are subjective or objective, that is, whether they’re simply symptoms of illness or actual identifiable appearances, is the inquiry I want to promote—but, let’s say that question were answered positively, the next one is, how or by what means do we see them; or if they communicate with us, how do we hear them? If this universal sense, which I think is inseparable from the idea of spirit, is accepted, I believe there won’t be any trouble answering this question. And if it’s argued that we are not aware of such a sense, I would reply that both in dreams and in certain unusual bodily states, it frequently shows itself. To clarify this further, and at the same time, to provide an interesting example of this type of phenomenon, I will quote a passage from a letter by St. Augustine to his friend Evadius (Epistola 159. Antwerp edition).

“I will relate to you a circumstance,” he writes, “which will furnish you matter for reflection. Our brother Sennadius, well known to us all as an eminent physician, and whom we especially love, who is now at Carthage, after having distinguished himself at Rome, and with whose piety and active benevolence you are well acquainted, could yet, nevertheless, as he has lately narrated to us, by no means bring himself to believe in a life after death. Now, God, doubtless, not willing that his soul should perish, there appeared to him one night, in a dream, a radiant youth of noble aspect, who bade him follow him; and as Sennadius obeyed, they came to a city where, on the right side, he heard a chorus of the most heavenly voices. As he desired to know whence this divine harmony proceeded, the youth told him that what he heard were the songs of the blessed; whereupon he awoke, and thought no more of his dream than people usually do. On another night, however, behold! the youth appears to him again, and asks him if he knows him; and Sennadius related to him all the particulars of his former dream, which he well remembered. ‘Then,’ said the youth, ‘was it while sleeping or waking that you saw these things?’—‘I was sleeping,’ answered Sennadius. ‘You are right,’ returned the youth, ‘it was in your sleep that you saw these things; and know, O Sennadius, that what you see now is also in your sleep. But if this be so, tell me where then is your body?’—‘In my bed-chamber,’ answered Sennadius. ‘But know you not,’ continued the stranger, ‘that your eyes, which form a part of your body, are closed and inactive?’—‘I know it,’ answered he. ‘Then,’ said the youth, ‘with what eyes see you these things?’ And Sennadius could not answer him; and as he hesitated, the youth spoke again, and explained to him the motive of his questions. ‘As the eyes of your body,’ said he, ‘which lies now on your bed and sleeps, are inactive and useless, and yet you have eyes wherewith you see me and these things I have shown unto you; so after death, when these bodily organs fail you, you will have a vital power, whereby you will live, and a sensitive faculty, whereby you will perceive. Doubt, therefore, no longer that there is a life after death.’ And thus,” said this excellent man, “was I convinced, and all doubts removed.”

“I’m going to share an experience with you,” he writes, “that will give you something to think about. Our brother Sennadius, who is well known to all of us as a distinguished doctor and whom we particularly love, is currently in Carthage after making a name for himself in Rome, and you are well aware of his piety and active kindness, yet, as he recently told us, he could not bring himself to believe in life after death. Now, God, not wishing for his soul to be lost, sent him a vision one night, in a dream, of a radiant young man of noble appearance who told him to follow him. As Sennadius obeyed, they arrived at a city where he heard a chorus of the most heavenly voices to his right. When he wanted to know where this divine music was coming from, the young man told him that these were the songs of the blessed; then he woke up and thought no more of his dream than most people

I confess there appears to me a beauty and a logical truth in this dream that I think might convince more than the dreamer.

I admit there seems to be a beauty and a logical truth in this dream that might persuade more than just the dreamer.

It is by the hypothesis of this universal sense, latent within us—an hypothesis which, whoever believes that we are immortal spirits, incorporated for a season in a material body, can scarcely reject—that I seek to explain those perceptions which are not comprised within the functions of our bodily organs. It seems to me to be the key to all or nearly all of them, as far as our own part in the phenomena extends. But, supposing this admitted, there would then remain the difficulty of accounting for the partial and capricious glimpses we get of it; while in that department of the mystery which regards apparitions, except such as are the pure result of disease, we must grope our way, with very little light to guide us, as to the conditions and motives which might possibly bring them into any immediate relation with us.

It’s through the idea of this universal sense, hidden within us—an idea that anyone who believes we are immortal spirits, temporarily living in a physical body, can hardly dismiss—that I try to explain those perceptions that aren’t covered by our physical senses. I believe it holds the key to almost all of them, as far as we can understand our role in these phenomena. However, if we accept this notion, we still face the challenge of explaining the sporadic and unpredictable flashes we experience. In the area of the mystery concerning apparitions, apart from those caused purely by illness, we have to navigate with very little guidance regarding the conditions and reasons that might bring them into direct connection with us.

To any one who has been fortunate enough to witness one genuine case of clairvoyance, I think the conception of this universal sense will not be difficult, however the mode of its exercise may remain utterly incomprehensible. As I have said above—to the great Spirit and Fountain of life, all things, in both space and time, must be present. However impossible it is to our finite minds to conceive this, we must believe it. It may, in some slight degree, facilitate the conception to remember that action, once begun, never ceases—an impulse given is transmitted on for ever; a sound breathed reverberates in eternity; and thus the past is always present, although, for the purpose of fitting us for this mortal life, our ordinary senses are so constituted as to be unperceptive of these phenomena. With respect to what we call the future, it is more difficult still for us to conceive it as present; nor, as far as I know, can we borrow from the sciences the same assistance as mechanical discoveries have just furnished me with in regard to the past. How a spirit sees that which has not yet, to our senses, taken place, seems certainly inexplicable. Foreseeing it is not inexplicable: we foresee many things by arguing on given premises, although, from our own finite views, we are always liable to be mistaken. Louis Lambert says: “Such events as are the product of humanity, and the result of its intelligence, have their own causes, in which they lie latent, just as our actions are accomplished in our thoughts previous to any outward demonstration of them; presentiments and prophecies consist in the intuitive perception of these causes.” This explanation, which is quite conformable with that of Cicero, may aid us in some degree as regards a certain small class of phenomena; but there is something involved in the question much more subtle than this. Our dreams can give us the only idea of it; for there we do actually see and hear, not only that which never was, but that which never will be. Actions and events, words and sounds, persons and places, are as clearly and vividly present to us as if they were actually what they seem; and I should think that most people must be somewhat puzzled to decide in regard to certain scenes and circumstances that live in their memory, whether the images are the result of their waking or sleeping experience. Although by no means a dreamer, and without the most remote approximation to any faculty of presentiment, I know this is the case with myself. I remember also a very curious effect being produced upon me, when I was abroad, some years ago, from eating the unwholesome bread to which we were reduced, in consequence of a scarcity. Some five or six times a day I was seized with a sort of vertigo, during which I seemed to pass through certain scenes, and was conscious of certain words, which appeared to me to have a strange connection, with either some former period of my life, or else some previous state of existence. The words and the scenes were on each occasion precisely the same: I was always aware of that, and I always made the strongest efforts to grasp and retain them in my memory, but I could not. I only knew that the thing had been; the words and the scenes were gone. I seemed to pass momentarily into another sphere and back again. This was purely the result of disorder; but, like a dream, it shows how we may be perceptive of that which is not, and which never may be; rendering it, therefore, possible to conceive that a spirit may be equally perceptive of that which shall be. I am very far from meaning to imply that these examples remove the difficulty: they do not explain the thing; they only show somewhat the mode of it. But it must be remembered that when physiologists pretend to settle the whole question of apparitions by the theory of spectral illusions, they are exactly in the same predicament. They can supply examples of similar phenomena; but how a person, perfectly in his senses, should receive the spectral visits of, not only friends, but strangers, when he is thinking of no such matter—or by what process, mental or optical, the figures are conjured up—remains as much a mystery as before a line was written on the subject.

To anyone who has been lucky enough to experience a genuine case of clairvoyance, I think the idea of this universal sense won’t be hard to grasp, even if how it works might still be completely puzzling. As I mentioned earlier— to the great Spirit and Source of life, everything, both in space and time, must be present. Even though it's impossible for our limited minds to fully understand this, we need to believe it. It might help to remember that once an action starts, it never really stops—an impulse given keeps going forever; a sound produced echoes into eternity; and thus the past is always present, although, to prepare us for this earthly life, our regular senses are designed not to perceive these phenomena. When it comes to what we call the future, it’s even harder for us to think of it as present; and, as far as I know, we can't really find the same kind of help from the sciences that mechanical inventions have provided me regarding the past. How a spirit perceives what hasn’t happened yet to our senses is certainly hard to explain. Predicting it isn't inexplicable: we can predict many things by reasoning from given premises, although we are always prone to being mistaken because of our limited perspectives. Louis Lambert says, “Events that are products of humanity and result from its intelligence have their own causes, which lie dormant, just as our actions occur in our thoughts before any outer expression of them; premonitions and prophecies consist of the intuitive grasp of these causes.” This explanation, which aligns with Cicero's, might help a bit regarding a certain small group of phenomena, but there’s something involved in the question that’s much more subtle than that. Our dreams can provide the only insight into this; because there we actually see and hear not just what has never happened, but what will never happen. Actions and events, words and sounds, people and places, are as vividly and clearly present to us as if they were genuinely real; and I think most people must feel somewhat confused when trying to determine whether certain memories originate from their waking or sleeping experiences. Though I’m by no means a dreamer, and I have no ability for premonition, I know this is true for me. I also recall a very strange effect it had on me when I was abroad a few years ago due to eating the unhealthy bread we were stuck with because of a shortage. About five or six times a day, I experienced a kind of dizziness, during which I seemed to go through certain scenes and was aware of certain words that felt strangely connected to either some earlier time in my life or a previous state of existence. The words and scenes were exactly the same each time: I was always aware of that, and I made the strongest efforts to remember them, but I couldn’t. I only knew that the thing had been; the words and scenes vanished. I felt like I momentarily slipped into another sphere and then back again. This was purely a result of disorder; but, like a dream, it illustrates how we can perceive what is not, and what may never be; thus making it possible to think that a spirit might also perceive what will be. I'm not trying to suggest that these examples resolve the difficulty: they don’t explain the matter; they only demonstrate somewhat how it might work. However, it’s important to note that when physiologists claim to resolve the entire issue of apparitions using the theory of spectral illusions, they’re in exactly the same situation. They can provide examples of similar phenomena; but how a person, perfectly sane, can experience spectral visits from not only friends but also strangers, when they aren’t even thinking about it—or how the figures come into being through mental or optical processes—remains as much of a mystery as before anyone wrote about it.

All people and all ages have believed, more or less, in prophetic dreams, presentiments, and apparitions; and all historians have furnished examples of them. That the truths may be frequently distorted and mingled with fable, is no argument against those traditions; if it were, all history must be rejected on the same plea. Both the Old and New Testaments furnish numerous examples of these phenomena; and although Christ and the apostles reproved all the superstitions of the age, these persuasions are not included in their reprehensions.

Everyone, regardless of age, has generally believed in prophetic dreams, premonitions, and visions, and historians have provided numerous examples of these. The fact that these truths can often be twisted and mixed with fiction doesn’t discredit those traditions; if it did, we would have to discard all of history for the same reason. Both the Old and New Testaments offer many examples of such phenomena; and while Christ and the apostles condemned the superstitions of their time, these beliefs were not part of their criticisms.

Neither is the comparative rarity of these phenomena any argument against their possibility. There are many strange things which occur still more rarely, but which we do not look upon as supernatural or miraculous. Of nature’s ordinary laws, we yet know but little; of their aberrations and perturbations, still less. How should we, when the world is a miracle and life a dream, of which we know neither the beginning nor the end! We do not even know that we see anything as it is, or rather, we know that we do not. We see things but as our visual organs represent them to us; and were those organs differently constructed, the aspect of the world would to us be changed. How, then, can we pretend to decide upon what is and what is not?

Neither is the fact that these phenomena are relatively rare an argument against their possibility. There are many strange things that happen even less often, but we don’t view them as supernatural or miraculous. We still know very little about the ordinary laws of nature; we know even less about their deviations and disturbances. How can we, when the world is a miracle and life a dream, about which we know neither the beginning nor the end! We don’t even know if we see anything as it truly is, or more accurately, we know that we don’t. We see things only as our eyes interpret them; if those eyes were constructed differently, the way we see the world would change. So, how can we claim to determine what is real and what isn’t?

Nothing could be more perplexing to any one who read them with attention, than the trials for witchcraft of the seventeenth century. Many of the feats of the ancient thaumaturgists and wonder-workers of the temples might have been nearly as much so, but these were got rid of by the easy expedient of pronouncing them fables and impostures; but, during the witch-mania, so many persons proved their faith in their own miraculous powers by the sacrifice of their lives, that it was scarcely possible to doubt their having some foundation for their own persuasion, though what that foundation could be, till the late discoveries in animal magnetism, it was difficult to conceive; but here we have a new page opened to us which concerns both the history of the world and the history of man, as an individual; and we begin to see that that which the ignorant thought supernatural, and the wise impossible, has been both natural and true. While the scientific men of Great Britain, and several of our journalists, have been denying and ridiculing the reports of these phenomena, the most eminent physicians of Germany have been quietly studying and investigating them, and giving to the world, in their works, the results of their experience. Among the rest, Dr. Joseph Ennemoser, of Berlin, has presented to us in his two books on “Magic,” and on “The Connection of Magnetism with Nature and Religion,” the fruits of his thirty years’ study of this subject—during the course of which he has had repeated opportunities of investigating all the phenomena, and of making himself perfectly familiar with even the most rare and perplexing. To any one who has studied these works, the mysteries of the temples and of the witch-trials are mysteries no longer; and he writes with the professed design, not to make science mystical, but to bring the mysterious within the bounds of science. The phenomena, as he justly says, are as old as the human race. Animal magnetism is no new development, no new discovery. Inseparable from life, although, like many other vital phenomena, so subtle in its influences, that only in abnormal cases it attracts attention, it has exhibited itself more or less in all ages and in all countries. But its value as a medical agent is only now beginning to dawn on the civilized world, while its importance in a higher point of view is yet perceived by but few. Every human being who has ever withdrawn himself from the strife, and the turmoil, and the distraction, of the world without, in order to look within, must have found himself perplexed by a thousand questions with regard to his own being, which he would find no one able to solve. In the study of animal magnetism, he will first obtain some gleams of a light which will show him that he is indeed the child of God! and that, though a dweller on the earth, and fallen, some traces of his divine descent, and of his unbroken connection with a higher order of being, still remain to comfort and encourage him. He will find that there exists in his species the germs of faculties that are never fully unfolded here on earth, and which have no reference to this state of being. They exist in all men, but in most cases are so faintly elicited as not to be observable; and when they do shoot up here and there, they are denied, disowned, misinterpreted, and maligned. It is true that their development is often the symptom and effect of disease, which seems to change the relations of our material and immaterial parts; it is true that some of the phenomena resulting from these faculties are stimulated by disease, as in the case of spectral illusions; and it is true that imposture and folly intrude their unhallowed footsteps into this domain of science, as into that of all others; but there is a deep and holy well of truth to be discovered in this neglected by-path of nature, by those who seek it, from which they may draw the purest consolations for the present, the most ennobling hopes for the future, and the most valuable aid in penetrating through the letter into the spirit of the Scriptures.

Nothing could be more confusing to anyone who reads them carefully than the witchcraft trials of the seventeenth century. Many of the feats of the ancient miracle workers and sorcerers of the temples might have been almost as perplexing, but those were easily dismissed as myths and frauds; however, during the witch craze, so many people showed their belief in their own miraculous abilities by sacrificing their lives that it was hard to deny some basis for their convictions, even though it was difficult to understand what that basis could be until recent discoveries in animal magnetism. But now we have a new chapter that concerns both world history and individual human history, and we're starting to see that what the uneducated considered supernatural and the wise deemed impossible has been both natural and true. While the scientists of Great Britain and several journalists have been denying and mocking reports of these phenomena, the most distinguished physicians in Germany have been quietly studying and investigating them, and sharing the results of their findings in their published works. Among them, Dr. Joseph Ennemoser from Berlin has presented in his two books on "Magic" and "The Connection of Magnetism with Nature and Religion" the results of his thirty years of study on this topic—during which he has had many opportunities to investigate all the phenomena and to become thoroughly familiar with even the rarest and most puzzling cases. For anyone who has examined these works, the mysteries of the temples and witch trials are no longer mysteries; he writes with the clear intention not to make science mystical but to bring the mysterious into the realm of science. As he rightly notes, the phenomena have existed as long as humanity. Animal magnetism is not a new development or discovery. It is inseparable from life, although, like many other vital phenomena, it's so subtle in its effects that it only attracts attention in abnormal circumstances, and it has appeared more or less throughout all ages and cultures. However, its value as a medical tool is just beginning to be recognized by the civilized world, while its significance from a broader perspective is still appreciated by only a few. Every person who has ever stepped away from the chaos and distractions of the outside world to look within must have found themselves puzzled by countless questions about their own existence that no one seems able to answer. In studying animal magnetism, they will first catch glimpses of a light that reveals they are indeed children of God! and that, although they reside on earth and have fallen, some traces of their divine heritage and unbroken connection to a higher existence still remain to comfort and inspire them. They will discover that within humanity lie the seeds of abilities that are never fully expressed here on earth, which are unrelated to this life. They exist in everyone, but in most cases, they are so faintly realized that they go unnoticed; and when they do emerge here and there, they are often denied, rejected, misunderstood, and criticized. It is true that their development is often a symptom and result of illness, which seems to alter the relationship between our physical and spiritual aspects. It is true that some of the phenomena stemming from these abilities are triggered by illness, as seen in cases of hallucinations; and it is true that deception and ignorance intrude upon this field of science just like in all others; but there is a profound and sacred well of truth waiting to be discovered in this overlooked pathway of nature by those who seek it, from which they can draw the purest comforts for the present, the most uplifting hopes for the future, and the most valuable assistance in understanding the spirit behind the Scriptures.

I confess it makes me sorrowful when I hear men laughing, scorning, and denying this their birthright; and I can not but grieve to think how closely and heavily their clay must be wrapped about them, and how the external and sensuous life must have prevailed over the internal, when no gleam from within breaks through to show them that these things are true.

I have to admit it makes me sad when I hear men laughing, mocking, and rejecting their own rights; and I can’t help but feel sorrowful thinking about how tightly their physical existence must confine them, and how much the outside, sensory life must have taken over the internal, when there’s no light from within to reveal to them that these things are real.


CHAPTER III.

WAKING AND SLEEPING; AND HOW THE DWELLER IN THE TEMPLE
SOMETIMES LOOKS ABROAD.

To begin with the most simple—or rather, I should say, the most ordinary—class of phenomena, for we can scarcely call that simple, the mystery of which we have never been able to penetrate—I mean dreaming—everybody’s experience will suffice to satisfy them that their ordinary dreams take place in a state of imperfect sleep, and that this imperfect sleep may be caused by any bodily or mental derangement whatever, or even from an ill-made bed, or too much or too little covering; and it is not difficult to conceive that the strange, confused, and disjointed visions we are subject to on these occasions, may proceed from some parts of the brain being less at rest than the others; so that, assuming phrenology to be fact, one organ is not in a state to correct the impressions of another. Of such vain and insignificant visions, I need scarcely say it is not my intention to treat; but, at the same time, I must observe, that when we have admitted the above explanation, as far as it goes, we have not, even in regard to them, made much progress toward removing the difficulty. If dreaming resembled thinking, the explanations might be quite satisfactory; but the truth is, that dreaming is not thinking, as we think in our waking state, but is more analogous to thinking in delirium or acute mania, or in that chronic condition which gives rise to sensuous illusions. In our ordinary normal state, conceiving of places or persons does not enable us to see them or hold communion with them, nor do we fancy that we do either. It is true, that I have heard some painters say that, by closing their eyes and concentrating their thoughts on an object, they can bring it more or less vividly before them, and Blake professed actually to see his sitters when they were not present; but whatever interpretations we may put upon this curious faculty, his case was clearly abnormal, and connected with some personal peculiarity, either physical or psychical; and, after making the most of it, it must be admitted that it can enter into no sort of comparison with that we possess in sleep, when, in our most ordinary dreams, untrammelled by time or space, we visit the uttermost ends of the earth, fly in the air, swim in the sea, listen to beautiful music and eloquent orations, behold the most charming as well as the most loathsome objects; and not only see, but converse with our friends, absent or present, dead or alive. Every one, I think, will grant that there is the widest possible difference between conceiving of these things when awake, and dreaming them. When we dream, we do, we see, we say, we hear, &c., &c., that is, we believe at the time we do so; and what more can be said of us when we are awake, than that we believe we are doing, seeing, saying, hearing, &c. It is by external circumstances, and the results of our actions, that we are able to decide whether we have actually done a thing or seen a place, or only dreamt that we have done so; and as I have said above, after some lapse of time we are not always able to distinguish between the two. While dreaming, we frequently ask ourselves whether we are awake or asleep; and nothing is more common than to hear people say, “Well, I think I did, or heard, so and so; but I am not sure whether it was so, or whether I dreamt it.” Thus, therefore, the very lowest order of dreaming, the most disjointed and perplexed, is far removed from the most vivid presentations of our waking thoughts; and it is in this respect, I think, that the explanations of the phenomena hitherto offered by phrenologists, and the metaphysicians of this country, are inadequate and unsatisfactory; while, as regards the analogy between the visions of sleep and delirium, whatever similarity there may be in the effects, we can not suppose the cause to be identical: since, in delirium the images and delusions are the result of excessive action of the brain, which we must conclude to be the very reverse of its condition in sleep. Pinel certainly has hazarded an opinion that sleep is occasioned by an efflux of blood to the head, and consequent compression of the brain—a theory which would have greater weight were sleep more strictly periodical than it is; but which, at present, it seems impossible to reconcile with many established facts.

To start with the most straightforward—or rather, the most ordinary—type of experience, which is hardly simple given the mystery we have never been able to unravel—I mean dreaming—everyone’s experience is enough to show that their usual dreams occur during a state of imperfect sleep, which can be triggered by any kind of physical or mental disturbance, or even from an uncomfortable bed or improper bedding; and it’s not hard to imagine that the strange, confused, and fragmented visions we encounter in these instances may originate from some parts of the brain being less at rest than others; so that, if we consider phrenology to be true, one part isn’t in a position to correct the signals of another. I hardly need to mention that I don’t intend to focus on such trivial and inconsequential visions; but I should note that when we accept the above explanation, at least in part, we haven’t made significant progress in resolving the issue. If dreaming were similar to thinking, the explanations might be satisfactory; but the reality is that dreaming isn’t thinking, as we do when awake, but is more similar to thinking during delirium or acute mania, or in that enduring state that leads to sensory illusions. In our usual state, imagining places or people doesn't allow us to actually see or communicate with them, nor do we believe we can. It’s true that I’ve heard some artists claim that by closing their eyes and focusing on an object, they can visualize it more or less vividly, and Blake claimed he could actually see his subjects when they weren’t present; but whatever interpretations we may put on this intriguing ability, his case was definitely unusual and tied to some personal quirk, either physical or psychological; and even when considering it fully, it cannot be compared to what we experience in sleep, when, in our most typical dreams, free from time or space, we journey to the farthest corners of the world, soar through the sky, swim in the ocean, enjoy beautiful music and eloquent speeches, encounter the most delightful as well as the most disgusting sights; and not only see, but also talk with our friends, whether they are there, away, alive, or deceased. I think everyone would agree that there’s a vast difference between imagining these things when awake and actually dreaming them. When we dream, we do, we see, we say, we hear, etc., and we believe we’re doing so at that moment; and what more can be said about us when we are awake than that we believe we are doing, seeing, saying, hearing, etc.? It is by external circumstances and the outcomes of our actions that we can determine whether we have truly done something or seen a place, or merely dreamed we did; and as I mentioned earlier, after some time it isn’t always easy to tell the two apart. While dreaming, we often question whether we are awake or asleep; and it’s very common to hear people say, “Well, I think I did or heard such and such; but I’m not sure whether it actually happened or if it was just a dream.” Thus, the very simplest kind of dreaming, the most fragmented and confusing, is far removed from the clearest representations of our waking thoughts; and in this regard, I believe the explanations for the phenomena provided by phrenologists and the metaphysicians in this country are inadequate and unsatisfactory; while, regarding the similarities between dreams and delirium, whatever similarities may exist in the outcomes, we cannot assume the causes are the same: since, in delirium, the images and delusions stem from excessive brain activity, which we must conclude is the exact opposite of the brain's state during sleep. Pinel has indeed suggested that sleep is caused by blood flowing to the head and compressing the brain—a theory that would carry more weight if sleep were more consistently periodic than it is; but, for now, it seems impossible to reconcile this with many established facts.

Some of the German physiologists and psychologists have taken a deeper view of this question of dreaming, from considering it in connection with the phenomena of animal magnetism; and although their theories differ in some respects, they all unite in looking toward that department of nature for instruction. While one section of these inquirers, the Exegetical Society of Stockholm included, calls in the aid of supernatural agency, another, among whom Dr. Joseph Ennemoser, of Berlin, appears to be one of the most eminent, maintains that the explanation of the mystery is to be chiefly sought in the great and universal law of polarity, which extends not only beyond the limits of this earth, but beyond the limits of this system, which must necessarily be in connection with all others; so that there is thus an eternal and never-ceasing inter-action, of which, from the multiplicity and contrariety of the influences, we are insensible, just as we are insensible to the pressure of the atmosphere, from its impinging on us equally on all sides.

Some German physiologists and psychologists have taken a closer look at the topic of dreaming by connecting it to the phenomena of animal magnetism. Although their theories differ in some ways, they all agree on seeking insight from that area of nature. One group of these researchers, including the Exegetical Society of Stockholm, invokes supernatural forces, while another group, led by the prominent Dr. Joseph Ennemoser from Berlin, believes that the explanation for the mystery primarily lies in the great and universal law of polarity. This law extends not only beyond our planet but also across the entire solar system, linking it with all others. As a result, there is an ongoing and endless interaction, which we are unaware of due to the variety and opposition of the influences, just as we are unaware of the atmospheric pressure pressing equally on us from all sides.

Waking and sleeping are the day and night sides of organic life, during which alternations an animal is placed in different relations to the external world, and to these alternations all organisms are subject. The completeness and independence of each individual organism, are in exact ratio to the number and completeness of the organs it develops; and thus the locomotive animal has the advantage of the plant or the zoophyte, while, of the animal kingdom, man is the most complete and independent; and, although still a member of the universal whole, and therefore incapable of isolating himself, yet better able than any other organism to ward off external influences, and comprise his world within himself. But, according to Dr. Ennemoser, one of the consequences of this very completeness is a weak and insignificant development of instinct; and thus the healthy, waking, conscious man, is, of all organisms, the least sensible to the impressions of this universal inter-communication and polarity; although, at the same time, partaking of the nature of the plant and the animal, he is subject, like the first, to all manner of atmospheric, telluric, and periodic influences; and frequently exhibits, like the second, peculiar instinctive appetites and desires, and, in some individual organizations, very marked antipathies and susceptibilities with regard to certain objects and influences, even when not placed in any evident relation with them.

Waking and sleeping are the day and night aspects of living organisms, during which these changes place an animal in different relationships with the outside world, and all organisms are subject to these changes. The completeness and independence of each individual organism correspond directly to the number and thoroughness of the organs it develops; therefore, a moving animal has an advantage over a plant or a simple organism, while humans are the most complete and independent within the animal kingdom. Although we remain part of the universal whole and can't isolate ourselves, we are better equipped than any other organism to fend off external influences and internalize our world. However, according to Dr. Ennemoser, one outcome of this very completeness is a limited and unimpressive development of instinct; as a result, the healthy, awake, conscious human is the least responsive to impressions from this universal interconnectedness and balance. At the same time, since we share characteristics with both plants and animals, we are still influenced by various atmospheric, earth-related, and periodic factors; often, we show unique instinctive desires and cravings, and in some individuals, there are noticeable dislikes and sensitivities towards certain objects and influences, even when there’s no clear connection to them.

According to this theory, sleep is a retrograde step—a retreating into a lower sphere; in which condition, the sensuous functions being in abeyance, the instincts somewhat resume their sway. “In sleep and in sickness,” he says, “the higher animals and man fall in a physico-organical point of view, from their individual independence, or power of self-sustainment; and their polar relation, that is, their relation to the healthy and waking man, becomes changed from a positive to a negative one; all men, in regard to each other, as well as all nature, being the subjects of this polarity.” It is to be remembered, that this theory of Dr. Ennemoser’s was promulgated before the discoveries of Baron von Reichenback in magnetism were made public, and the susceptibility to magnetic influences in the animal organism, which the experiments of the latter go to establish, is certainly in its favor; but while it pretends to explain the condition of the sleepers, and may possibly be of some service in our investigations into the mystery of dreaming, it leaves us as much in the dark as ever, with respect to the cause of our falling into this negative state; an inquiry in which little progress seems to have been hitherto made.

According to this theory, sleep is a step backward—a retreat into a lower state; in this condition, the sensory functions are on hold, and instincts somewhat regain their control. “In sleep and in sickness,” he says, “the higher animals and humans lose their individual independence or ability to sustain themselves from a physical and organic standpoint; their relationship to the healthy and awake person shifts from a positive to a negative one; all humans, in relation to one another, as well as all of nature, are subject to this polarity.” It’s important to note that this theory by Dr. Ennemoser was proposed before Baron von Reichenbach’s discoveries in magnetism became public, and the animal organism's susceptibility to magnetic influences, established by the latter’s experiments, certainly supports it; however, while it claims to explain the state of sleepers and might be somewhat helpful in our investigations into the mystery of dreaming, it still leaves us just as puzzled as ever regarding the cause of our entering this negative state; an inquiry in which little progress seems to have been made so far.

With respect to dreaming, Dr. Ennemoser rejects the physiological theory, which maintains, that in sleep, magnetic or otherwise, the activity of the brain is transferred to the ganglionic system, and that the former falls into a subordinate relation. “Dreaming,” he says, “is the gradual awakening of activity in the organs of imagination, whereby the presentation of sensuous objects to the spirit, which had been discontinued in profound sleep, is resumed. Dreaming,” he adds, “also arises from the secret activity of the spirit in the innermost sensuous organs of the brain, busying the fancy with subjective sensuous images, the objective conscious day-life giving place to the creative dominion of the poetical genius, to which night becomes day, and universal nature its theatre of action; and thus the super-sensuous or transcendent nature of the spirit becomes more manifest in dreaming than in the waking state. But, in considering these phenomena, man must be viewed in both his psychical and physical relations, and as equally subject to spiritual as to natural operations and influences; since, during the continuance of life, neither soul nor body can act quite independently of the other; for, although it be the immortal spirit which perceives, it is through the instrumentality of the sensuous organs that it does so; for of absolute spirit without body, we can form no conception.”

Regarding dreaming, Dr. Ennemoser dismisses the physiological theory, which claims that during sleep, whether magnetic or not, brain activity shifts to the ganglionic system, putting the brain in a subordinate role. “Dreaming,” he states, “is the gradual reactivation of the imagination, allowing the mind to resume the perception of sensory objects that had paused during deep sleep. Dreaming,” he continues, “also comes from the hidden activity of the spirit within the innermost sensory areas of the brain, engaging the imagination with subjective sensory images, while the objective awareness of daily life gives way to the creative power of the poetic genius, transforming night into day and the universe into its stage. Thus, the spiritual dimension becomes more evident in dreams than in waking life. However, when examining these phenomena, we must consider humans in both their psychological and physical contexts, as they are equally influenced by spiritual and natural forces; since throughout life, neither soul nor body can operate completely independently of the other; for, although it is the immortal spirit that perceives, it does so through the sensory organs; as we cannot conceive of an absolute spirit without a body.”

What is here meant seems to be, that the brain becomes the world to the spirit, before the impressions from the external world do actually come streaming through by means of the external sensuous organs. The inner spiritual light illumines, till the outward physical light overpowers and extinguishes it. But in this state the brain, which is the storehouse of acquired knowledge, is not in a condition to apply its acquisitions effectively; while the intuitive knowledge of the spirit, if the sleep be imperfect, is clouded by its interference.

What is meant here is that the brain becomes the world for the spirit before impressions from the external world actually start coming in through the sensory organs. The inner spiritual light shines bright until the outer physical light overwhelms and dims it. However, in this state, the brain, which holds all learned knowledge, isn’t able to use that knowledge effectively; meanwhile, the spirit’s intuitive understanding, if the sleep isn’t deep enough, is muddled by this interference.

Other physiologists, however, believe, from the numerous and well-attested cases of the transference of the senses, in disease, to the pit of the stomach, that the activity of the brain in sleep is transferred to the epigastric region. The instances of this phenomenon, as related by Dr. Petetin and others, having been frequently published, I need not here quote. But, as Dr. Passavant observes, it is well known that the functions of the nerves differ in some animals; and that one set can supply the place of another; as in those cases where there is a great susceptibility to light, though no eyes can be discovered.

Other physiologists, however, believe that due to the numerous and well-documented cases of sensory transfer in disease to the stomach area, the brain's activity during sleep is shifted to the epigastric region. The examples of this phenomenon, as described by Dr. Petetin and others, have been published frequently, so there's no need for me to quote them here. But, as Dr. Passavant points out, it's well known that the functions of nerves vary in some animals, and one set can take over for another; for instance, in cases where there is a strong sensitivity to light even though no eyes can be found.

These physiologists believe, that, even during the most profound sleep, the spirit retains its activity, a proposition which, indeed, we can not doubt; “it wakes, though the senses sleep, retreating into its infinite depths, like the sun at night; living on its spiritual life undisturbed, while the body sinks into a state of vegetative tranquillity. Nor does it follow that the soul is unconscious in sleep because in waking we have frequently lost all memory of its consciousness; since, by the repose of the sensuous organs, the bridge between waking and sleeping is removed, and the recollections of one state are not carried into the other.”

These physiologists believe that even during deep sleep, the spirit remains active, a claim we cannot doubt. “It wakes, even though the senses are asleep, retreating into its infinite depths like the sun at night; living on its spiritual life undisturbed while the body falls into a state of vegetative calm. It doesn’t mean that the soul is unconscious in sleep just because we often lose all memory of its awareness when we wake up; the rest of the sensory organs disconnect the link between waking and sleeping, so memories from one state don’t carry over to the other.”

It will occur here to every one, how often in the instant of waking we are not only conscious that we have been dreaming, but are also conscious of the subject of the dream, which we try in vain to grasp, but which eludes us, and is gone for ever the moment we have passed into a state of complete wakefulness.

It will occur to everyone how often, right when we wake up, we realize not only that we were dreaming but also remember the subject of the dream. We try unsuccessfully to hold onto it, but it slips away and is lost forever the moment we fully wake up.

Now, with respect to this so-called dreaming in profound sleep, it is a thing no one can well doubt who thoroughly believes that his body is a temple built for the dwelling of an immortal spirit; for we can not conceive of spirit sleeping, or needing that restoration which we know to be the condition of earthly organisms. If, therefore, the spirit wakes, may we not suppose that the more it is disentangled from the obstructions of the body the more clear will be its perceptions; and that, therefore, in the profound natural sleep of the sensuous organs we may be in a state of clear-seeing. All who have attended to the subject are aware that the clear seeing of magnetic patients depends on the depth of their sleep; whatever circumstance, internal or external, tends to interrupt this profound repose of the sensuous organs, inevitably obscures their perceptions.

Now, regarding this so-called dreaming during deep sleep, it's something no one can really doubt who genuinely believes that their body is a temple for an immortal spirit. We can't imagine the spirit sleeping or needing the kind of restoration that we know is necessary for physical beings. Therefore, if the spirit is awake, can we not assume that the more it is freed from the body's limitations, the clearer its perceptions will be? Thus, in the deep natural sleep of the senses, we might actually be in a state of clarity. Everyone who has looked into this topic knows that the clarity of magnetic patients’ perceptions depends on how deep their sleep is; any factor, whether internal or external, that interrupts this deep rest of the senses will inevitably cloud their perceptions.

Again, with respect to the not carrying with us the recollections of one state into the other, should not this lead us to suspect that sleeping and waking are two different spheres of existence; partaking of the nature of that double life, of which the records of human physiology have presented us with various instances wherein a patient finds himself utterly divested of all recollection of past events and acquired knowledge, and has to begin life and education anew, till another transition takes place, wherein he recovers what he had lost, while he at the same time loses all he had lately gained, which he only recovers, once more, by another transition, restoring to him his lately-acquired knowledge, but again obliterating his original stock, thus alternately passing from one state to the other, and disclosing a double life—an educated man in one condition, a child learning his alphabet in the next!

Again, regarding not bringing memories from one state to another, shouldn’t this make us wonder if sleeping and waking are two different realms of existence? They resemble that double life that various records in human physiology have shown us, where a patient completely loses all memories of past events and knowledge and has to start life and learning over again. Then, another change happens, and they regain what they lost, but in the process, they forget everything they just learned, which they can only remember again through yet another transition. This cycle continues, restoring their recent knowledge but erasing their original memories, thus shifting back and forth between states and revealing a double life—an educated person in one state, and a child learning their alphabet in the next!

Where the transition from one state to another is complete, memory is entirely lost; but there are cases in which the change, being either gradual or modified, the recollections of one life are carried more or less into the other. We know this to be the case with magnetic sleepers, as it is with ordinary dreamers; and most persons have met with instances of the dream of one night being continued in the next. Treviranus mentions the case of a student who regularly began to talk the moment he fell asleep, the subject of his discourse being a dream, which he always took up at the exact point at which he had left it the previous morning. Of this dream he had never the slightest recollection in his waking state. A daughter of Sir George Mackenzie, who died at an early age, was endowed with a remarkable genius for music, and was an accomplished organist. This young lady dreamed, during an illness, that she was at a party, where she had heard a new piece of music, which made so great an impression on her by its novelty and beauty, that, on awaking, she besought her attendants to bring her some paper, that she might write it down before she had forgotten it—an indulgence which, apprehensive of excitement, her medical attendant unfortunately forbade; for, apart from the additional psychological interest that would have been attached to the fact, the effects of compliance, judging from what ensued, would probably have been soothing rather than otherwise. About ten days afterward, she had a second dream, wherein she again found herself at a party, where she descried on the desk of a pianoforte, in a corner of the room, an open book, in which, with astonished delight, she recognised the same piece of music, which she immediately proceeded to play, and then awoke. The piece was not of a short or fugitive character, but in the style of an overture. The question, of course, remains, as to whether she was composing the music in her sleep, or, by an act of clairvoyance, was perceiving some that actually existed. Either is possible, for, although she might have been incapable of composing so elaborate a piece in her waking state, there are many instances on record of persons performing intellectual feats in dreams, to which they were unequal when awake. A very eminent person assured me that he had once composed some lines in his sleep (I think it was a sonnet) which far exceeded any of his waking performances of that description.

Where the shift from one state to another is complete, memory is completely lost; however, there are situations where the transition is either gradual or altered, leading to some memories from one life being carried over into the other. We know this is true for people who sleepwalk, just as it is for regular dreamers; many people have experienced dreams that continue from one night to the next. Treviranus mentions a student who would immediately start talking as soon as he fell asleep, discussing a dream that always picked up right where he had left off the previous morning. He had no memory of this dream when he was awake. A daughter of Sir George Mackenzie, who died young, had a remarkable talent for music and was an accomplished organist. During an illness, she dreamed she was at a party where she heard a new piece of music that impressed her with its novelty and beauty. Upon waking, she asked her attendants for paper to write it down before she forgot it—a request unfortunately denied by her doctor out of concern for her health. This might have provided valuable psychological insights, and judging by what happened later, complying with her request would likely have calmed her rather than caused excitement. About ten days later, she had another dream where she found herself again at a party. She noticed an open book on a piano in the corner of the room, and with astonished delight, recognized the same piece of music, which she then played before waking up. The piece was not short or fleeting but rather in the style of an overture. The question remains whether she was composing the music in her sleep or experiencing some real music through clairvoyance. Both scenarios are possible; even if she couldn't compose such a complex piece while awake, there are many recorded instances of people achieving intellectual feats in dreams that they couldn't manage while awake. A very well-known individual once told me that he had composed some lines in his sleep (I believe it was a sonnet) that far surpassed any of his waking attempts at that kind of work.

Somewhat analogous to this sort of double life is the case of the young girl mentioned by Dr. Abercrombie and others, whose employment was keeping cattle, and who slept for some time, much to her own annoyance, in the room adjoining one occupied by an itinerant musician. The man, who played exceedingly well, being an enthusiast in his art, frequently practised the greater part of the night, performing on his violin very complicated and difficult compositions; while the girl, so far from discovering any pleasure in his performances, complained bitterly of being kept awake by the noise. Some time after this, she fell ill, and was removed to the house of a charitable lady, who undertook the charge of her; and here, by-and-by, the family were amazed by frequently hearing the most exquisite music in the night, which they at length discovered to proceed from the girl. The sounds were those of a violin, and the tuning and other preliminary processes were accurately imitated. She went through long and elaborate pieces, and afterward was heard imitating, in the same way, the sounds of a pianoforte that was in the house. She also talked very cleverly on the subjects of religion and politics, and discussed with great judgment the characters and conduct of persons, public and private. Awake, she knew nothing of these things; but was, on the contrary, stupid, heavy, and had no taste whatever for music. Phrenology would probably interpret this phenomenon by saying that the lower elements of the cerebral spinal axis, as organs of sensation, &c., &c., being asleep, the cluster of the higher organs requisite for the above combinations were not only awake, but rendered more active from the repose of the others: but to me it appears that we here see the inherent faculties of the spirit manifesting themselves, while the body slept. The same faculties must have existed when it was in a waking state, but the impressions and manifestations were then dependent on the activity and perfection of the sensuous organs, which seem to have been of an inferior order; and consequently, no rays of this in-dwelling genius could pierce the coarse integument in which it was lodged.

Somewhat similar to this kind of double life is the case of the young girl mentioned by Dr. Abercrombie and others, whose job was taking care of cattle, and who, much to her annoyance, slept for a while in a room next to one occupied by a traveling musician. The man, who played exceptionally well and was passionate about his craft, often practiced most of the night, performing intricate and challenging pieces on his violin; while the girl, far from enjoying his music, complained bitterly about being kept awake by the noise. After some time, she got sick and was taken to the home of a charitable lady, who offered to take care of her; and eventually, the family was amazed to frequently hear the most beautiful music at night, which they later discovered was coming from the girl. The sounds were of a violin, and she accurately imitated the tuning and other preparation processes. She played long and complex pieces, and later was heard imitating the sounds of a piano that was in the house. She also spoke very intelligently on topics like religion and politics, and discussed with great insight the actions and characters of both public and private individuals. When she was awake, she knew nothing about these things; rather, she seemed dull, heavy, and had no appreciation for music at all. Phrenology would probably explain this phenomenon by suggesting that the lower parts of the brain related to sensation were inactive, allowing the cluster of higher functions necessary for those combinations to not only be awake but to become more active due to the rest of the other parts: but to me, it seems we are witnessing the inherent faculties of the spirit revealing themselves while the body was asleep. Those same faculties must have existed when she was awake, but the impressions and expressions were then dependent on the activity and efficiency of the sensory organs, which appeared to have been of a lower quality; hence, no rays of this inner talent could break through the coarse shell in which it was housed.

Similar unexpected faculties have been not unfrequently manifested by the dying, and we may conclude to a certain degree from the same cause, namely, that the incipient death of the body is leaving the spirit more unobstructed. Dr. Steinbech mentions the case of a clergyman, who, being summoned to administer the last sacraments to a dying peasant, found him, to his surprise, praying aloud in Greek and Hebrew, a mystery which could be no otherwise explained than by the circumstance of his having, when a child, frequently heard the then minister of the parish praying in those languages. He had, however, never understood the prayers, nor indeed paid any attention to them; still less had he been aware that they lived in his memory. It would give much additional interest to this story had Dr. Steinbech mentioned how far the man now, while uttering the words, understood their meaning; whether he was aware of what he was saying, or was only repeating the words by rote.

Similar unexpected abilities have often been shown by those who are dying, and we can conclude to some extent that it's because the gradual death of the body allows the spirit to be less hindered. Dr. Steinbech recounts the case of a clergyman who was called to administer the last rites to a dying peasant. To his surprise, he found the peasant praying aloud in Greek and Hebrew, a mystery that can only be explained by the fact that he had, as a child, often heard the parish minister praying in those languages. He had never understood the prayers or really paid much attention to them; in fact, he had no idea that they were stored in his memory. It would make this story even more interesting if Dr. Steinbech had mentioned how much the man understood the words he was saying—whether he knew the meaning or was just reciting them from memory.

With regard to the extraordinary faculty of memory manifested in these and similar cases, I shall have some observations to make in a subsequent part of this book.

Regarding the remarkable ability of memory shown in these and similar cases, I will share some thoughts in a later section of this book.

Parallel instances are those of idiots, who, either in a somnambulic state, or immediately previous to death, have spoken as if inspired. At St. Jean de Maurinne, in Savoy, there was a dumb cretin, who, having fallen into a natural state of somnambulism, not only was found to speak with ease, but also to the purpose; a faculty which disappeared, however, whenever he awoke. Dumb persons have likewise been known to speak when at the point of death.

Parallel examples include people who, either while sleepwalking or just before death, have spoken as if they were inspired. In St. Jean de Maurinne, Savoy, there was a mute idiot who, during a natural sleepwalking state, not only spoke easily but also made sense; this ability vanished, however, whenever he woke up. Mute individuals have also been known to speak when they are close to death.

The possibility of suggesting dreams to some sleepers by whispering in the ear, is a well-known fact; but this can doubtless only be practicable where the sensuous organs are partly awake. Then, as with magnetic patients in a state of incomplete sleep, we have only revery and imagination in place of clear-seeing.

The idea of influencing dreams in some sleepers by whispering in their ear is a well-known fact; however, this is likely only possible when the sensory organs are somewhat awake. Then, similar to magnetic patients in a state of partial sleep, we only have daydreaming and imagination instead of clear vision.

The next class of dreams are those which partake of the nature of second sight, or prophecy, and of these there are various kinds; some being plain and literal in their premonitions, others allegorical and obscure; while some also regard the most unimportant, and others the most grave events of our lives. A gentleman engaged in business in the south of Scotland, for example, dreams that on entering his office in the morning, he sees seated on a certain stool a person formerly in his service as clerk, of whom he had neither heard nor thought for some time. He inquires the motive of the visit, and is told that such and such circumstances having brought the stranger to that part of the country, he could not forbear visiting his old quarters, expressing at the same time a wish to spend a few days in his former occupation, &c., &c. The gentleman, being struck with the vividness of the illusion, relates his dream at breakfast, and, to his surprise, on going to his office, there sits the man, and the dialogue that ensues is precisely that of the dream! I have heard of numerous instances of this kind of dream, where no previous expectation nor excitement of mind could be found to account for them, and where the fulfilment was too exact and literal, in all particulars, to admit of their being explained away by the ready resource of “an extraordinary coincidence.” There are also on record, in both this country and others, many perfectly well-authenticated cases of people obtaining prizes in the lottery, through having dreamed of the fortunate numbers. As many numbers, however, may have been dreamed of that were not drawn prizes, we can derive no conclusion from this circumstance.

The next category of dreams involves second sight or prophecy, and there are various types; some are straightforward and literal in their predictions, while others are symbolic and unclear; some relate to trivial matters, while others concern significant events in our lives. For instance, a businessman in southern Scotland dreams that when he enters his office in the morning, he finds a former clerk sitting on a particular stool, someone he hasn't thought about or heard from in a while. He asks why the person has come, and is told that certain circumstances brought the stranger to the area, prompting him to visit his old workplace, expressing a desire to spend a few days back in his previous role, and so on. The businessman, struck by the clarity of the dream, shares it at breakfast, and to his surprise, when he arrives at the office, the man is there, and their conversation matches exactly what happened in the dream! I have heard of many instances of this kind of dream where there was no prior expectation or mental agitation to explain them, and where the fulfillment was so precise and literal that it couldn't be brushed off as simply “an extraordinary coincidence.” There are also well-documented cases, both in this country and others, of people winning lottery prizes after dreaming of the lucky numbers. However, since many numbers may have been dreamed that didn't turn out to be winning ones, we can't draw any conclusions from this.

A very remarkable instance of this kind of dreaming occurred a few years since to Mr. A⁠—— F⁠——, an eminent Scotch advocate, while staying in the neighborhood of Loch Fyne, who dreamed one night that he saw a number of people in the street following a man to the scaffold. He discovered the features of the criminal in the cart distinctly; and, for some reason or other, which he could not account for, felt an extraordinary interest in his fate—insomuch that he joined the throng, and accompanied him to the place that was to terminate his earthly career. This interest was the more unaccountable, that the man had an exceedingly unprepossessing countenance, but it was nevertheless so vivid as to induce the dreamer to ascend the scaffold, and address him, with a view to enable him to escape the impending catastrophe. Suddenly, however, while he was talking to him, the whole scene dissolved away, and the sleeper awoke. Being a good deal struck with the lifelike reality of the vision, and the impression made on his mind by the features of this man, he related the circumstance to his friends at breakfast, adding that he should know him anywhere, if he saw him. A few jests being made on the subject, the thing was forgotten.

A striking example of this kind of dreaming happened a few years ago to Mr. A⁠—— F⁠——, a prominent Scottish lawyer, while he was visiting the area around Loch Fyne. One night, he dreamed he saw a crowd of people in the street following a man to the scaffold. He clearly recognized the features of the criminal in the cart, and for some unexplainable reason, he felt a deep concern for his fate—so much so that he joined the crowd and went with him to the place where his life would end. This concern was all the more puzzling because the man had a very unattractive face, yet it was so intense that the dreamer climbed up the scaffold and spoke to him, hoping to help him avoid his grim fate. Suddenly, while he was talking to him, the entire scene faded away, and he woke up. He was quite struck by the lifelike quality of the vision and the impression left on his mind by the man’s features, so he shared the experience with his friends at breakfast, claiming he would recognize him anywhere if he saw him again. After a few jokes were made about it, they all forgot about the incident.

On the afternoon of the same day, the advocate was informed that two men wanted to speak to him, and, on going into the hall, he was struck with amazement at perceiving that one of them was the hero of his dream!

On the afternoon of that same day, the lawyer was told that two men wanted to talk to him, and when he walked into the hall, he was amazed to see that one of them was the hero from his dream!

“We are accused of a murder,” said they, “and we wish to consult you. Three of us went out, last night, in a boat; an accident has happened; our comrade is drowned, and they want to make us accountable for him.” The advocate then put some interrogations to them, and the result produced in his mind by their answers was a conviction of their guilt. Probably the recollection of his dream rendered the effects of this conviction more palpable; for one addressing the other, said in Gaelic, “We have come to the wrong man; he is against us.”

“We're being accused of murder,” they said, “and we need your advice. Three of us went out in a boat last night; an accident happened, our friend drowned, and now they want to hold us responsible for it.” The lawyer then asked them some questions, and the answers they gave convinced him of their guilt. The memory of his dream likely made this conviction feel even stronger; one of them turned to the others and said in Gaelic, “We’ve come to the wrong person; he’s not on our side.”

“There is a higher power than I against you,” returned the gentleman; “and the only advice I can give you is, if you are guilty, fly immediately.” Upon this, they went away; and the next thing he heard was, that they were taken into custody on suspicion of the murder.

“There is a higher power than me that’s against you,” the gentleman replied; “and the only advice I can give you is, if you’re guilty, run away right now.” After that, they left; and the next thing he heard was that they were taken into custody on suspicion of murder.

The account of the affair was, that, as they said, the three had gone out together on the preceding evening, and that in the morning the body of one of them had been found on the shore, with a cut across his forehead. The father and friend of the victim had waited on the banks of the lake till the boat came in, and then demanded their companion; of whom, however, they professed themselves unable to give any account. Upon this, the old man led them to his cottage for the purpose of showing them the body of his son. One entered, and, at the sight of it, burst into a passion of tears; the other refused to do so, saying his business called him immediately home, and went sulkily away. This last was the man seen in the dream.

The story went that, as people said, the three of them had gone out together the night before, and in the morning, one of them was found dead on the shore, with a cut on his forehead. The father and friend of the victim waited by the lake until the boat returned, then asked about their companion, but they said they couldn't provide any information about him. In response, the old man took them to his cottage to show them his son's body. One of them entered the cottage, and at the sight of it, broke down in tears; the other refused to cry, saying he had to go home immediately, and left in a huff. This last man was the one seen in the dream.

After a fortnight’s incarceration, the former of these was liberated; and he then declared to the advocate his intention of bringing an action of damages for false imprisonment. He was advised not to do it. “Leave well alone,” said the lawyer; “and if you’ll take my advice, make off while you can.” The man, however, refused to fly: he declared that he really did not know what had occasioned the death of his comrade. The latter had been at one end of the boat, and he at the other; when he looked round, he was gone; but whether he had fallen overboard, and cut his head as he fell, or whether he had been struck and pushed into the water, he did not know. The advocate became finally satisfied of this man’s innocence; but the authorities, thinking it absurd to try one and not the other, again laid hands on him: and it fell to Mr. A⁠—— F⁠—— to be the defender of both. The difficulty was, not to separate their cases in his pleading; for, however morally convinced of the different ground on which they stood, his duty, professionally, was to obtain the acquittal of both, in which he finally succeeded, as regarded the charge of murder. They were, therefore, sentenced to two years’ imprisonment; and, so far as the dream is concerned, here ends the story. There remains, however, a curious sequel to it.

After two weeks in custody, the first man was released; he then told his lawyer that he planned to sue for damages due to false imprisonment. He was advised against it. “Just leave it be,” said the lawyer, “and if you want my advice, get out while you can.” However, the man refused to run away; he insisted that he truly didn’t know what caused his friend’s death. The friend had been at one end of the boat while he was at the other; when he looked around, the friend was gone. He didn’t know if he had fallen overboard and hit his head on the way down, or if he had been pushed into the water. The lawyer eventually became convinced of this man's innocence, but the authorities thought it was ridiculous to try one without the other, so they arrested him again. It became Mr. A⁠—— F⁠——’s job to defend both men. The challenge was not to separate their cases in his argument; even though he was morally convinced they had different stories, his professional duty was to secure the acquittal of both, which he ultimately achieved concerning the murder charge. Therefore, they were sentenced to two years in prison; and as far as the dream is concerned, that’s where the story ends. However, a curious sequel remains.

A few years afterward, the same gentleman being in a boat on Loch Fyne, in company with Sir T⁠—— D⁠—— L⁠——, happened to be mentioning these curious circumstances, when one of the boatmen said that he “knew well about those two men; and that a very strange thing had occurred in regard to one of them.” This one, on inquiry, proved to be the subject of the dream; and the strange thing was this: On being liberated, he had quitted that part of the country, and in process of time had gone to Greenock, and thence embarked in a vessel for Cork. But the vessel seemed fated never to reach its destination; one misfortune happened after another, till at length the sailors said: “This won’t do; there must be a murderer on board with us!” As is usual, when such a persuasion exists, they drew lots three times, and each time it fell on that man! He was consequently put on shore, and the vessel went on its way without him. What had become of him afterward was not known.

A few years later, the same gentleman was in a boat on Loch Fyne with Sir T⁠—— D⁠—— L⁠—— when he started talking about these strange events. One of the boatmen said he “knew all about those two men; and something very odd happened with one of them.” This person, upon further inquiry, turned out to be the subject of the dream; and the odd part was this: After being released, he left that area and eventually went to Greenock, where he boarded a ship to Cork. However, the ship seemed doomed never to reach its destination; one disaster followed another until the crew said, “This isn’t right; there must be a murderer on board!” As often happens in such situations, they drew lots three times, and each time it landed on that man! He was then put ashore, and the ship continued on without him. What happened to him afterward is unknown.

A friend of mine, being in London, dreamed that she saw her little boy playing on the terrace of her house in Northumberland; that he fell and hurt his arm, and she saw him lying apparently dead. The dream recurred two or three times on the same night, and she awoke her husband, saying she “feared something must have happened to Henry.” In due course of post, a letter arrived from the governess, saying that she was sorry to have to communicate that, while playing on the terrace that morning, Master Henry had fallen over a heap of stones, and broken his arm; adding that he had fainted after the accident, and had lain for some time insensible. The lady to whom this dream occurred is not aware having ever manifested this faculty before or since.

A friend of mine, while in London, dreamed that she saw her little boy playing on the terrace of their house in Northumberland; that he fell and hurt his arm, and she saw him lying seemingly dead. The dream happened two or three times that night, and she woke her husband, saying she “feared something must have happened to Henry.” Eventually, a letter arrived from the governess, stating that she was sorry to have to inform them that, while playing on the terrace that morning, Master Henry had fallen over a pile of stones and broken his arm; she also mentioned that he had fainted after the accident and had been unconscious for some time. The woman who had this dream is not aware of ever having shown this ability before or since.

Mrs. W⁠—— dreamed that she saw people ascending by a ladder to the chamber of her step-son John; wakes, and says she is afraid he is dead, and that there was something odd in her dream about a watch and a candle. In the morning a messenger is sent to inquire for the gentleman, and they find people ascending to his chamber-window by a ladder, the door of the room being locked. They discover him dead on the floor, with his watch in his hand, and the candle between his feet. The same lady dreamed that she saw a friend in great agony, and that she heard him say they were tearing his flesh from his bones. He was some time afterward seized with inflammation, lay as she had seen him, and made use of those exact words.

Mrs. W⁠—— dreamed she saw people climbing a ladder to her step-son John's room; she wakes up and says she’s worried he might be dead, noting something strange in her dream about a watch and a candle. In the morning, a messenger is sent to check on him, and they find people climbing up to his window with a ladder, as the door to the room is locked. They discover him dead on the floor, with his watch in his hand and a candle between his feet. The same lady also dreamed she saw a friend in great pain, hearing him say they were ripping his flesh off his bones. Later, he was struck with inflammation, lay just as she had seen him, and used those exact words.

A friend of mine dreamed lately that somebody said her nephew must not be bled, as it would be dangerous. The young man was quite well, and there had been no design of bleeding him; but on the following morning he had a tooth drawn, and an effusion of blood ensued, which lasted some days, and caused a good deal of uneasiness.

A friend of mine recently dreamed that someone said her nephew shouldn't be bled, as it would be risky. The young man was perfectly fine, and there was no plan to bleed him; however, the next morning he had a tooth pulled, which led to bleeding that went on for a few days and caused quite a bit of worry.

A farmer, in Worcestershire, dreamed that his little boy, of twelve years old, had fallen from the wagon and was killed. The dream recurred three times in one night; but, unwilling to yield to superstitious fears, he allowed the child to accompany the wagoner to Kidderminster fair. The driver was very fond of the boy, and he felt assured would take care of him; but, having occasion to go a little out of the road to leave a parcel, the man bade the child walk on with the wagon, and he would meet him at a certain spot. On arriving there, the horses were coming quietly forward, but the boy was not with them; and on retracing the road, he was found dead, having apparently fallen from the shafts, and been crushed by the wheels.

A farmer in Worcestershire dreamed that his twelve-year-old son had fallen off the wagon and was killed. The dream happened three times in one night; however, not wanting to give in to superstitious fears, he let the child go with the wagon driver to the Kidderminster fair. The driver was very fond of the boy, and he felt confident that he would take care of him. But when the driver needed to go off the road for a moment to drop off a package, he told the boy to walk on with the wagon, promising to meet him at a certain spot. When the driver arrived there, the horses were moving forward calmly, but the boy was not with them; and when he retraced his route, he found him dead, having apparently fallen from the shafts and been crushed by the wheels.

A gentleman, who resided near one of the Scottish lakes, dreamed that he saw a number of persons surrounding a body, which had just been drawn out of the water. On approaching the spot, he perceives that it is himself, and the assistants are his own friends and retainers. Alarmed at the lifelike reality of the vision, he resolved to elude the threatened destiny by never venturing on the lake again. On one occasion, however, it became quite indispensable that he should do so; and, as the day was quite calm, he yielded to the necessity, on condition that he should be put ashore at once on the opposite side, while the rest of the party proceeded to their destinations, where he would meet them. This was accordingly done: the boat skimmed gayly over the smooth waters, and arrived safely at the rendezvous, the gentlemen laughing at the superstition of their companion, while he stood smiling on the bank to receive them. But, alas! the fates were inexorable: the little promontory that supported him had been undermined by the water; it gave way beneath his feet, and life was extinct before he could be rescued. This circumstance was related to me by a friend of the family.

A man who lived near one of the Scottish lakes had a dream where he saw a group of people gathered around a body that had just been pulled from the water. As he got closer, he realized it was his own body, and the people were his friends and family. Disturbed by the vivid realism of the dream, he decided to avoid the lake entirely to escape this fate. However, one day, it became absolutely necessary for him to go out on the lake, and since the weather was calm, he agreed on the condition that he would be dropped off immediately on the other side while the rest of the group continued to their destination where he would meet them. This plan was executed: the boat glided smoothly over the calm waters and reached the meeting point safely, with the men laughing at their friend's superstition as he smiled on the shore to greet them. But tragically, fate was unforgiving: the small promontory he stood on had been eroded by the water; it gave way beneath him, and he drowned before anyone could rescue him. I heard this story from a family friend.

Mr. S⁠—— was the son of an Irish bishop, who set somewhat more value on the things of this world than became his function. He had always told his son that there was but one thing he could not forgive, and that was, a bad marriage—meaning, by a bad marriage, a poor one. As cautions of this sort do not, by any means, prevent young people falling in love, Mr. S⁠—— fixed his affections on Lady O⁠——, a fair young widow, without any fortune; and, aware that it would be useless to apply for his father’s consent, he married her without asking it. They were consequently exceedingly poor; and, indeed, nearly all they had to live on was a small sinecure of forty pounds per annum, which Dean Swift procured for him. While in this situation, Mr. S⁠—— dreamed one night that he was in the cathedral in which he had formerly been accustomed to attend service; that he saw a stranger, habited as a bishop, occupying his father’s throne; and that, on applying to the verger for an explanation, the man said that the bishop was dead, and that he had expired just as he was adding a codicil to his will in his son’s favor. The impression made by the dream was so strong, that Mr. S⁠—— felt that he should have no repose till he had obtained news from home; and as the most speedy way of doing so was to go there himself, he started on horseback, much against the advice of his wife, who attached no importance whatever to the circumstance. He had scarcely accomplished half his journey, when he met a courier, bearing the intelligence of his father’s death; and when he reached home, he found that there was a codicil attached to the will, of the greatest importance to his own future prospects; but the old gentleman had expired, with the pen in his hand, just as he was about to sign it!

Mr. S⁠—— was the son of an Irish bishop who valued worldly things more than his position would suggest. He always told his son that the only thing he couldn’t forgive was a bad marriage—by which he meant a poor one. However, warnings like these don’t usually stop young people from falling in love, so Mr. S⁠—— fell for Lady O⁠——, a beautiful young widow with no fortune. Knowing it would be pointless to ask for his father’s permission, he married her without it. As a result, they ended up very poor; almost all they had to live on was a small job that paid forty pounds a year, which Dean Swift had arranged for him. While in this situation, Mr. S⁠—— had a dream one night that he was in the cathedral where he used to attend services. He saw a stranger dressed as a bishop sitting in his father's place. When he asked the verger for an explanation, the man told him that the bishop was dead and had passed away just as he was adding a codicil to his will in favor of his son. The dream left such a strong impression on Mr. S⁠—— that he felt he wouldn’t find peace until he heard news from home. Since the quickest way to do so was to go there himself, he set out on horseback, much to his wife's dismay, who thought it was no big deal. He had hardly traveled halfway when he ran into a courier who delivered the news of his father’s death. When he finally got home, he discovered there had been a codicil to the will that was extremely important for his future, but the old gentleman had died with the pen in his hand, just as he was about to sign it!

In this unhappy position, reduced to hopeless indigence, the friends of the young man proposed that he should present himself at the vice-regal palace, on the next levee day, in hopes that some interest might be excited in his favor; to which, with reluctance, he consented. As he was ascending the stairs, he was met by a gentleman whose dress indicated that he belonged to the church.

In this unfortunate situation, brought down to complete poverty, the young man's friends suggested that he should show up at the vice-regal palace on the next levee day, hoping to spark some interest in his favor; to which, he agreed with hesitation. As he was climbing the stairs, he encountered a gentleman whose attire suggested he was a member of the clergy.

“Good Heavens!” said he, to the friend who accompanied him, “who is that?”

“Good heavens!” he exclaimed to the friend who was with him, “who is that?”

“That is Mr. ——, of so and so.”

“That is Mr. —— from so and so.”

“Then he will be bishop of L⁠——!” returned Mr. S⁠——; “for that is the man I saw occupying my father’s throne.”

“Then he will be bishop of L⁠——!” replied Mr. S⁠——; “because that’s the guy I saw sitting on my father’s throne.”

“Impossible!” replied the other; “he has no interest whatever, and has no more chance of being a bishop than I have.”

“Impossible!” replied the other. “He has no interest at all, and has no better chance of becoming a bishop than I do.”

“You will see,” replied Mr. S⁠——; “I am certain he will.”

“You'll see,” Mr. S⁠—— replied; “I’m sure he will.”

They had made their obeisance above, and were returning, when there was a great cry without, and everybody rushed to the doors and windows to inquire what had happened. The horses attached to the carriage of a young nobleman had become restiff, and were endangering the life of their master, when Mr. —— rushed forward, and, at the peril of his own, seized their heads, and afforded Lord C⁠—— time to descend, before they broke through all restraint, and dashed away. Through the interest of this nobleman and his friends, to whom Mr. —— had been previously quite unknown, he obtained the see of L⁠——. These circumstances were related to me by a member of the family.

They had shown their respect above and were on their way back when there was a loud commotion outside, and everyone raced to the doors and windows to see what was happening. The horses pulling a young nobleman’s carriage had become restless and were threatening their master's safety. Just then, Mr. —— rushed forward, risking his own life, grabbed the horses’ heads, and gave Lord C⁠—— enough time to get down before they broke free and ran off. Thanks to this nobleman and his friends, who had never met Mr. —— before, he was awarded the see of L⁠——. A member of the family shared these details with me.

It would be tedious to relate all the instances of this sort of dreaming which have come to my knowledge, but were they even much more rare than they are, and were there none of a graver and more mysterious kind, it might certainly occasion some surprise that they should have excited so little attention. When stories of this sort are narrated, they are listened to with wonder for the moment, and then forgotten, and few people reflect on the deep significance of the facts, or the important consequences to us involved in the question, of how, with our limited faculties, which can not foretell the events of the next moment, we should suddenly become prophets and seers.

It would be boring to recount all the examples of this kind of dreaming that I've come across, but even if they were much rarer than they are, and if there were none of a more serious and mysterious nature, it would still be surprising that they’ve received so little attention. When these kinds of stories are told, people listen with amazement for a moment, and then they forget them, and few consider the deeper meaning of the facts or the important implications for us regarding how, with our limited abilities that can't predict the next moment's events, we suddenly become prophets and visionaries.

The following dream, as it regards the fate of a very interesting person, and is, I believe, very little known, I will relate, though the story is of somewhat an old date:—Major André, the circumstances of whose lamented death are too well known to make it necessary for me to detail them here, was a friend of Miss Seward’s, and, previously to his embarkation for America, he made a journey into Derbyshire, to pay her a visit, and it was arranged that they should ride over to see the wonders of the Peak, and introduce André to Newton, her minstrel, as she called him, and to Mr. Cunningham, the curate, who was also a poet.

The following dream, concerning the fate of a very interesting person, and which, I believe, is not widely known, I will share, even though the story dates back a bit:—Major André, whose tragic death is well-known enough that I won’t go into details here, was a friend of Miss Seward’s. Before he left for America, he took a trip to Derbyshire to visit her, and they planned to ride over to explore the wonders of the Peak, introducing André to Newton, her minstrel as she called him, and to Mr. Cunningham, the curate who was also a poet.

While these two gentlemen were awaiting the arrival of their guests, of whose intentions they had been apprised, Mr. Cunningham mentioned to Newton, that on the preceding night, he had had a very extraordinary dream, which he could not get out of his head. He had fancied himself in a forest; the place was strange to him; and, while looking about, he perceived a horseman approaching at great speed, who had scarcely reached the spot where the dreamer stood, when three men rushed out of the thicket, and, seizing his bridle, hurried him away, after closely searching his person. The countenance of the stranger being very interesting, the sympathy felt by the sleeper for his apparent misfortune awoke him; but he presently fell asleep again, and dreamed that he was standing near a great city, among thousands of people, and that he saw the same person he had seen seized in the wood brought out and suspended to a gallows. When André and Miss Seward arrived, he was horror-struck to perceive that his new acquaintance was the antitype of the man in the dream.

While these two gentlemen were waiting for their guests, whose intentions they were already aware of, Mr. Cunningham told Newton that the night before, he had an unusual dream that he couldn’t shake off. He imagined himself in a forest; it was an unfamiliar place to him, and while he was looking around, he saw a horseman coming up fast. As soon as the horseman reached where he was standing, three men jumped out of the bushes, grabbed the horse’s reins, and hurried him away after searching him closely. The stranger's face was very striking, and the sympathy felt by the dreamer for his apparent misfortune woke him up; but he soon fell asleep again and dreamed he was standing near a big city, surrounded by thousands of people, where he saw the same person he’d seen captured in the woods being brought out and hung on a gallows. When André and Miss Seward arrived, he was horrified to realize that his new acquaintance was the exact counterpart of the man from his dream.

Mr. C⁠——, a friend of mine, told me the other day, that he had dreamed he had gone to see a lady of his acquaintance, and that she had presented him with a purse. In the morning he mentioned the circumstance to his wife, adding that he wondered what should have made him dream of a person he had not been in any way led to think of; and, above all, that she should give him a purse. On that same day, a letter arrived from that lady to Mrs. C⁠——, containing a purse, of which she begged her acceptance. Here was the imperfect foreshadowing of the fact, probably from unsound sleep.

Mr. C⁠——, a friend of mine, told me the other day that he had a dream about visiting a lady he knows, and she gave him a purse. In the morning, he shared this with his wife, wondering why he dreamed about someone he hadn't thought of at all, and especially why she would give him a purse. That same day, a letter arrived from that lady addressed to Mrs. C⁠——, including a purse that she requested her to accept. This was an imperfect hint of what was to come, probably due to restless sleep.

Another friend lately dreamed, one Thursday night, that he saw an acquaintance of his thrown from his horse; and that he was lying on the ground with the blood streaming from his face, which was much cut. He mentioned his dream in the morning, and being an entire disbeliever in such phenomena, he could not account for the impression made on his mind. This was so strong, that on Saturday, he could not forbear calling at his friend’s house; who, he was told, was in bed, having been thrown from his horse on the previous day, and much injured about the face.

Another friend recently dreamed, one Thursday night, that he saw an acquaintance of his thrown off his horse; and that he was lying on the ground with blood streaming from his face, which was badly cut. He mentioned his dream in the morning, and being a complete skeptic about such things, he couldn’t explain the impression it left on him. It was so strong that on Saturday, he couldn’t help stopping by his friend’s house; he was told that his friend was in bed, having been thrown from his horse the day before and seriously hurt on his face.

Relations of this description having been more or less familiar to the world in all times and places, and the recurrence of the phenomena too frequent to admit of their reality being disputed, various theories were promulgated to account for them; and indeed, there scarcely seems to be a philosopher or historian among the Greeks and Romans who does not make some allusion to this ill-understood department of nature; while, among the eastern nations, the faith in such mysterious revelations remains even yet undiminished. Spirits, good and evil, or the divinities of the heathen mythology, were generally called in to remove the difficulty; though some philosophers, rejecting this supernatural interference, sought the explanation in merely physical causes.

Relationships like this have been somewhat familiar to people throughout history and in various cultures, and the frequent occurrence of these phenomena makes it hard to deny their reality. Many theories have been put forward to explain them; in fact, it seems that almost every philosopher or historian from ancient Greece and Rome has made some mention of this poorly understood area of nature. Meanwhile, among Eastern nations, belief in such mysterious revelations is still strong. Spirits, both good and evil, or the gods of pagan mythology, were commonly invoked to address these issues; however, some philosophers, rejecting this supernatural explanation, looked for answers in purely physical causes.

In the druidical rites of the northern nations, women bore a considerable part: there were priestesses, who gave forth oracles and prophecies, much after the manner of the Pythonesses of the Grecian temples, and no doubt drawing their inspiration from the same sources; namely, from the influences of magnetism, and from narcotics. When the pure rites of Christianity seperseded the heathen forms of worship, tradition kept alive the memory of these vaticinations, together with some of the arcana of the druidical groves; and hence, in the middle ages, arose the race of so-called witches and sorcerers, who were partly impostors, and partly self-deluded. Nobody thought of seeking the explanation of the facts they witnessed in natural causes; what had formerly been attributed to the influence of the gods, was now attributed to the influence of the devil; and a league with Satan was the universal solvent of all difficulties.

In the druidic rituals of the northern nations, women played a significant role: there were priestesses who delivered oracles and prophecies, similar to the Pythons of the Greek temples, likely drawing their inspiration from the same sources, namely, the influences of magnetism and narcotics. When the pure teachings of Christianity replaced the pagan forms of worship, tradition preserved the memory of these prophetic utterances, along with some of the secrets of the druidic groves; and thus, in the Middle Ages, emerged the so-called witches and sorcerers, who were partly frauds and partly self-deceived. No one considered looking for explanations of the phenomena they observed in natural causes; what was once attributed to the influence of the gods was now ascribed to the influence of the devil; and a pact with Satan became the catch-all solution for any problem.

Persecution followed, of course; and men, women, and children, were offered up to the demon of superstition, till the candid and rational part of mankind, taking fright at the holocaust, began to put in their protest, and lead out a reaction, which, like all reactions, ran right into the opposite extreme. From believing everything, they ceased to believe anything; and, after swallowing unhesitatingly the most monstrous absurdities, they relieved themselves of the whole difficulty, by denying the plainest facts; while what it was found impossible to deny, was referred to imagination—that most abused word, which explained nothing, but left the matter as obscure as it was before. Man’s spiritual nature was forgotten; and what the senses could not apprehend, nor the understanding account for, was pronounced to be impossible. Thank God! we have lived through that age, and in spite of the struggles of the materialistic school, we are fast advancing to a better. The traditions of the saints who suffered the most appalling tortures, and slept or smiled the while, can scarcely be rejected now, when we are daily hearing of people undergoing frightful operations, either in a state of insensibility, or while they believe themselves revelling in delight; nor can the psychological intimations which these facts offer, be much longer overlooked. One revelation must lead to another; and the wise men of the world will, ere long, be obliged to give in their adherence to Shakspere’s much quoted axiom, and confess that “there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy.”

Persecution naturally followed, and men, women, and children were sacrificed to the demon of superstition until the honest and rational part of humanity, horrified by the devastation, began to protest and spark a reaction that, like all reactions, swung to the opposite extreme. Instead of believing everything, they stopped believing anything; and after uncritically accepting the most ridiculous absurdities, they relieved themselves of the whole issue by denying the simplest facts. What could not be denied was dismissed as mere creativity—that overused term, which explained nothing and left the situation just as unclear as it had been. Humanity’s spiritual nature was ignored; and anything that couldn’t be sensed or understood was labeled impossible. Thank goodness we have survived that era, and despite the challenges from the materialistic perspective, we are quickly moving towards something better. The stories of saints who endured horrifying tortures yet remained calm or even smiled can hardly be dismissed now, especially when we hear daily of people undergoing terrible surgeries, either in a state of unconsciousness or while believing they’re experiencing great joy; nor can we continue to overlook the psychological insights these facts provide. One revelation must lead to another; and the wise individuals of our time will soon have to accept Shakespeare’s famous saying and admit that “there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy.”


CHAPTER IV.

ALLEGORICAL DREAMS, PRESENTIMENT, ETC.

It has been the opinion of many philosophers, both ancient and modern, that in the original state of man, as he came forth from the hands of his Creator, that knowledge which is now acquired by pains and labor was intuitive. His material body was given him for the purpose of placing him in relation with the material world, and his sensuous organs for the perception of material objects, but his soul was a mirror of the universe, in which everything was reflected, and, probably, is so still, but that the spirit is no longer in a condition to perceive it. Degraded in his nature, and distracted by the multiplicity of the objects and interests that surround him, man has lost his faculty of spiritual seeing; but in sleep, when the body is in a state of passivity, and external objects are excluded from us by the shutting up of the senses through which we perceive them, the spirit, to a certain degree freed from its impediments, may enjoy somewhat of its original privilege. “The soul, which is designed as the mirror of a superior spiritual order” (to which it belongs), still receives in dreams, some rays from above, and enjoys a foretaste of its future condition; and, whatever interpretation may be put upon the history of the Fall, few will doubt that, before it, man must have stood in a much more intimate relation to his Creator than he has done since. If we admit this, and that, for the above-hinted reasons, the soul in sleep may be able to exercise somewhat of its original endowment, the possibility of what is called prophetic dreaming may be better understood.

It has been the view of many philosophers, both ancient and modern, that in humanity's original state, as we came from the hands of our Creator, the knowledge that we now gain through effort and hard work was intuitive. Our physical bodies were given to us to connect with the material world, and our sensory organs were meant to perceive material objects. However, our souls served as mirrors of the universe, reflecting everything, and probably still do, but our spirits are no longer capable of perceiving it. Diminished in our nature and overwhelmed by the many objects and interests around us, we have lost our ability for spiritual sight. Yet, during sleep, when our bodies are passive and external objects are blocked from us by the closing of the senses through which we perceive them, the spirit, somewhat liberated from its limitations, may experience a glimpse of its original privilege. “The soul, which is meant to be the mirror of a higher spiritual order” (to which it belongs), still receives some rays from above in dreams and gets a taste of its future condition. Regardless of how one interprets the story of the Fall, few will doubt that, before it, humanity must have had a much closer relationship with the Creator than we have had since. If we accept this, and that, for the reasons mentioned above, the soul during sleep may regain some of its original abilities, the nature of what is called prophetic dreaming may be better understood.

“Seeing in dreams,” says Ennemoser, “is a self-illumining of things, places, and times;” for relations of time and space form no obstruction to the dreamer: things, near and far, are alike seen in the mirror of the soul, according to the connection in which they stand to each other; and, as the future is but an unfolding of the present, as the present is of the past, one being necessarily involved in the other, it is not more difficult to the untrammelled spirit to see what is to happen, than what has already happened. Under what peculiar circumstances it is that the body and soul fall into this particular relative condition, we do not know, but that certain families and constitutions are more prone to these conditions than others, all experience goes to establish. According to the theory of Dr. Ennemoser, we should conclude that they are more susceptible to magnetic influences, and that the body falls into a more complete state of negative polarity.

“Seeing in dreams,” says Ennemoser, “is a self-illuminating experience of things, places, and times;” because the connections of time and space don't limit the dreamer: things, whether near or far, are seen in the mirror of the soul, based on how they relate to each other; and since the future is just an unfolding of the present, just as the present unfolds from the past, with each being linked to the other, it’s no harder for an unshackled spirit to perceive what will happen than it is to perceive what has already happened. We don’t know the exact circumstances that lead the body and soul into this unique state, but experience shows that certain families and individuals are more prone to these states than others. According to Dr. Ennemoser's theory, we could conclude that they are more sensitive to magnetic influences and that the body enters a more complete state of negative polarity.

In the histories of the Old Testament we constantly find instances of prophetic dreaming, and the voice of God was chiefly heard by the prophets in sleep; seeming to establish that man is in that state more susceptible of spiritual communion, although the being thus made the special organ of the Divine will, is altogether a different thing from the mere disfranchisement of the embodied spirit in ordinary cases of clear seeing in sleep. Profane history, also, furnishes us with various instances of prophetic dreaming, which it is unnecessary for me to refer to here. But there is one thing very worthy of remark, namely, that the allegorical character of many of the dreams recorded in the Old Testament, occasionally pervades those of the present day. I have heard of several of this nature, and Oberlin, the good pastor of Ban de la Roche, was so subject to them, that he fancied he had acquired the art of interpreting the symbols. This characteristic of dreaming is in strict conformity with the language of the Old Testament, and of the most ancient nations. Poets and prophets, heathen and Christian, alike express themselves symbolically, and, if we believe that this language prevailed in the early ages of the world, before the external and intellectual life had predominated over the instinctive and emotional, we must conclude it to be the natural language of man, who must, therefore, have been gifted with a conformable faculty of comprehending these hieroglyphics; and hence it arose that the interpreting of dreams became a legitimate art. Long after these instinctive faculties were lost, or rather obscured, by the turmoil and distractions of sensuous life, the memories and traditions of them remained, and hence the superstructure of jugglery and imposture that ensued, of which the gipsies form a signal example, in whom, however, there can be no doubt that some occasional gleams of this original endowment may still be found, as is the case, though more rarely, in individuals of all races and conditions. The whole of nature is one large book of symbols, which, because we have lost the key to it, we can not decipher. “To the first man,” says Hamann, “whatever his ear heard, his eye saw, or his hand touched, was a living word; with this word in his heart and in his mouth, the formation of language was easy. Man saw things in their essence and properties, and named them accordingly.”

In the stories of the Old Testament, we frequently see examples of prophetic dreams, and the voice of God was mainly heard by the prophets while they were asleep. This seems to suggest that, in this state, people are more open to spiritual communication. However, being a direct channel for the Divine will is very different from simply losing oneself to ordinary, clear visions during sleep. Secular history also gives us various examples of prophetic dreaming, which I don't need to go into here. But one notable point is that the symbolic nature of many dreams recorded in the Old Testament sometimes appears in those today. I've heard about several such instances, and Oberlin, the kind pastor of Ban de la Roche, experienced them so frequently that he believed he had learned to interpret the symbols. This aspect of dreaming aligns with the language of the Old Testament and the earliest civilizations. Poets and prophets, both pagan and Christian, express themselves symbolically, and if we accept that this way of speaking was common in early times, before the external and intellectual aspects of life took over from the instinctive and emotional, then we have to consider it the natural language of humans, who must have had the ability to understand these symbols. That's why interpreting dreams became a recognized skill. Long after these instinctive abilities faded, or were overshadowed by the chaos and distractions of sensory life, memories and traditions of them lingered, leading to a construction of trickery and deceit that followed. The gipsies are a prime example of this, although there are certainly sporadic hints of this original gift among them, as well as in individuals from all backgrounds and situations. All of nature is like one large book of symbols, which we can’t read anymore because we’ve lost the key to it. “To the first man,” says Hamann, “whatever he heard with his ears, saw with his eyes, or touched with his hands, was a living word; with this word in his heart and on his lips, forming language was easy. Man perceived things in their essence and characteristics, and named them accordingly.”

There can be no doubt that the heathen forms of worship and systems of religion were but the external symbols of some deep meanings, and not the idle fables that they have been too frequently considered; and it is absurd to suppose that the theology which satisfied so many great minds had no better foundation than a child’s fairy tale.

There’s no doubt that the pagan forms of worship and religious systems were more than just superficial symbols; they held profound meanings, and not the meaningless myths they've often been thought to be. It's ridiculous to think that the theology that appealed to so many great thinkers was based on nothing more than a child’s fairy tale.

A maid-servant, who resided many years in a distinguished family in Edinburgh, was repeatedly warned of the approaching death of certain members of that family, by dreaming that one of the walls of the house had fallen. Shortly before the head of the family sickened and died, she said she had dreamed that the main wall had fallen.

A maid who had lived for many years with a prominent family in Edinburgh was often warned about the impending death of certain family members through dreams in which she saw one of the walls of the house collapse. Just before the head of the family became ill and passed away, she mentioned that she had dreamed the main wall had fallen.

A singular circumstance which occurred in this same family, from a member of which I heard it, is mentioned by Dr. Abercrombie. On this occasion the dream was not only prophetic, but the symbol was actually translated into fact.

A unique situation that happened in this same family, from which I heard it, is mentioned by Dr. Abercrombie. In this case, the dream was not only prophetic, but the symbol was actually turned into reality.

One of the sons being indisposed with a sore throat, a sister dreamed that a watch, of considerable value, which she had borrowed from a friend, had stopped; that she had awakened another sister and mentioned the circumstance, who answered that “something much worse had happened, for Charles’s breath had stopped.” She then awoke, in extreme alarm, and mentioned the dream to her sister, who, to tranquillize her mind, arose and went to the brother’s room, where she found him asleep and the watch going. The next night the same dream recurred, and the brother was again found asleep and the watch going. On the following morning, however, this lady was writing a note in the drawing-room, with the watch beside her, when, on taking it up, she perceived it had stopped; and she was just on the point of calling her sister to mention the circumstance, when she heard a scream from her brother’s room, and the sister rushed in with the tidings that he had just expired. The malady had not been thought serious; but a sudden fit of suffocation had unexpectedly proved fatal.

One of the sons had a sore throat and wasn't feeling well, so one sister dreamt that a valuable watch she had borrowed from a friend had stopped working. She woke up another sister to tell her about the dream, and the sister replied that "something much worse has happened, because Charles’s breath has stopped." This made her very anxious, and she told her sister about the dream. To calm her down, the sister got up and went to their brother's room, where she found him asleep and the watch still ticking. The next night, the same dream happened again, and once more, the brother was found asleep and the watch was still working. However, the next morning, the lady was writing a note in the drawing-room with the watch next to her. When she picked it up, she noticed it had stopped. Just as she was about to call her sister to tell her, she heard a scream from her brother's room. The sister rushed in with the news that he had just died. They hadn't thought his illness was serious, but a sudden fit of suffocation had unexpectedly turned fatal.

This case, which is established beyond all controversy, is extremely curious in many points of view; the acting out of the symbol, especially. Symbolical events of this description have been often related, and as often laughed at. It is easy to laugh at what we do not understand; and it gives us the advantage of making the timid narrator ashamed of his fact, so that if he do not wholly suppress it, he at least insures himself by laughing, too, the next time he relates it. It is said that Goethe’s clock stopped the moment he died; and I have heard repeated instances of this strange kind of synchronism, or magnetism, if it be by magnetism that we are to account for the mystery. One was told me very lately by a gentleman to whom the circumstances occurred.

This case, which is established without any doubt, is really interesting in many ways, especially the way the symbol plays out. Symbolic events like this have often been reported and just as often mocked. It’s easy to laugh at things we don’t understand; it allows us to make the nervous storyteller feel embarrassed about what they’ve shared. So, if they don’t completely hide it, at least they protect themselves by laughing the next time they tell the story. It’s said that Goethe’s clock stopped the moment he died, and I’ve heard several examples of this strange kind of synchronicity, or magnetism, if that’s what we’re calling it to explain this mystery. A gentleman recently shared a specific instance with me.

On the 16th of August, 1769, Frederick II., of Prussia, is said to have dreamed that a star fell from heaven and occasioned such an extraordinary glare that he could with great difficulty find his way through it. He mentioned the dream to his attendants, and it was afterward observed that it was on that day Napoleon was born.

On August 16, 1769, Frederick II of Prussia reportedly dreamed that a star fell from the sky, creating such an intense light that he struggled to see his way through it. He shared the dream with his attendants, and it was later noted that it was the day Napoleon was born.

A lady, not long since, related to me the following circumstance: Her mother, who was at the time residing in Edinburgh, in a house one side of which looked into a wynd, while the door was in the High street, dreamed that, it being Sunday morning, she had heard a sound which attracted her to the window; and, while looking out, had dropped a ring from her finger into the wynd below; that she had, thereupon, gone down in her night-clothes to seek it, but when she reached the spot it was not to be found. Returning, extremely vexed at her loss, as she re-entered her own door she met a respectable looking young man, carrying some loaves of bread. On expressing her astonishment at finding a stranger there at so unseasonable an hour, he answered by expressing his at seeing her in such a situation. She said she had dropped her ring, and had been round the corner to seek it; whereupon, to her delighted surprise, he presented her with her lost treasure. Some months afterward, being at a party, she recognized the young man seen in her dream, and learned that he was a baker. He took no particular notice of her on that occasion; and, I think, two years elapsed before she met him again. This second meeting, however, led to an acquaintance, which terminated in marriage.

A woman recently told me the following story: Her mother, who was living in Edinburgh at the time, had a house that faced a narrow alley, while the entrance was on High Street. One Sunday morning, she dreamed that she heard a noise that made her go to the window. While looking out, she accidentally dropped a ring from her finger into the alley below. She then went outside in her nightclothes to look for it, but when she got to the spot, she couldn’t find it. Frustrated by her loss, as she entered her house, she encountered a respectable-looking young man carrying some loaves of bread. Surprised to see a stranger there at such an odd hour, she expressed her disbelief, and he responded by saying he was surprised to see her in that situation. She explained that she had dropped her ring and had gone around the corner to look for it. To her great delight, he then handed her her lost ring. A few months later, at a party, she recognized the young man from her dream and discovered he was a baker. He didn’t pay much attention to her that night; and I believe two years went by before she saw him again. However, this second meeting led to a friendship that eventually ended in marriage.

Here the ring and the bread are curiously emblematic of the marriage, and the occupation of the future husband.

Here, the ring and the bread symbolize the marriage and the future husband's role.

Miss L⁠——, residing at Dalkeith, dreamed that her brother, who was ill, called her to his bedside and gave her a letter, which he desired her to carry to their aunt, Mrs. H⁠——, with the request that she would “deliver it to John.” (John was another brother, who had died previously, and Mrs. H⁠—— was at the time ill.) He added that “he himself was going there also, but that Mrs. H⁠—— would be there before him.” Accordingly, Miss L⁠—— went, in her dream, with the letter to Mrs. H⁠——, whom she found dressed in white, and looking quite radiant and happy. She took the letter, saying she was going there directly, and would deliver it.

Miss L——, living in Dalkeith, dreamed that her brother, who was sick, called her to his bedside and handed her a letter, asking her to take it to their aunt, Mrs. H——, with the request that she would “give it to John.” (John was another brother who had passed away earlier, and Mrs. H—— was ill at the time.) He mentioned that “he himself was going there too, but that Mrs. H—— would get there before him.” So, in her dream, Miss L—— went with the letter to Mrs. H——, who she found dressed in white, looking very radiant and happy. She accepted the letter, saying she was going there right away and would deliver it.

On the following morning Miss L⁠—— learned that her aunt had died in the night. The brother died some little time afterward.

On the next morning, Miss L⁠—— found out that her aunt had passed away during the night. Her brother died a short time later.

A gentleman who had been a short time visiting Edinburgh, was troubled with a cough, which, though it occasioned him no alarm, he resolved to go home to nurse. On the first night of his arrival he dreamed that one half of the house was blown away. His bailiff, who resided at a distance, dreamed the same dream on the same night. The gentleman died within a few weeks.

A man who had recently visited Edinburgh was dealing with a cough that didn’t worry him too much, but he decided to go home to recover. On the first night after he arrived, he dreamt that half of the house was blown away. His estate manager, who lived some distance away, had the exact same dream that night. The man passed away a few weeks later.

“This symbolical language, which the Deity appears to have used” (witness Peter’s dream, Acts ii., and others) “in all his revelations to man, is in the highest degree, what poetry is in a lower, and the language of dreams, in the lowest, namely, the original natural language of man; and we may fairly ask whether this language, which here plays an inferior part, be not, possibly, the proper language of a higher sphere, while we, who vainly think ourselves awake, are, in reality, buried in a deep, deep sleep, in which, like dreamers who imperfectly hear the voices of those around them, we occasionally apprehend, though obscurely, a few words of this divine tongue.” (Vide Schubert.)

“This symbolic language that the Deity seems to have used” (like Peter’s dream, Acts ii., and others) “in all His revelations to humanity is, to a great extent, what poetry represents in a lesser form, and the language of dreams in its simplest form, which is the original natural language of humans; and we can reasonably ask whether this language, which here plays a minor role, might actually be the true language of a higher realm, while we, who foolishly believe ourselves to be awake, are, in fact, trapped in a deep, deep sleep, in which, like dreamers who only partially hear the voices around them, we sometimes grasp, though vaguely, a few words of this divine language.” (See Schubert.)

This subject of sleeping and waking is a very curious one, and might give rise to strange questionings. In the case of those patients abovementioned, who seem to have two different spheres of existence, who shall say which is the waking one, or whether either of them be so? The speculations of Mr. Dove on this subject merited more attention, I think, than they met with when he lectured in Edinburgh. He maintained that, long before he had paid any attention to magnetism, he had arrived at the conclusion that there are as many states or conditions of mind beyond sleep as there are on this side of it; passing through the different stages of dreaming, revery, contemplation, &c., up to perfect vigilance. However this be, in this world of appearance, where we see nothing as it is, and where, both as regards our moral and physical relations, we live in a state of continual delusion, it is impossible for us to pronounce on this question. It is a common remark, that some people seem to live in a dream, and never to be quite awake; and the most cursory observer can not fail to have been struck with examples of persons in this condition, especially in the aged.

This topic of sleeping and waking is really intriguing and can lead to some strange questions. Regarding the patients mentioned earlier, who seem to have two different realms of existence, how can we determine which one is the waking state, or if either of them truly is? I believe Mr. Dove's ideas on this topic deserved more attention than they received during his lectures in Edinburgh. He argued that long before he delved into magnetism, he had concluded that there are as many states or conditions of mind beyond sleep as there are on this side of it, moving through various stages like dreaming, daydreaming, contemplation, etc., all the way to full awareness. However it may be, in this world of appearances where we don't see things as they truly are, and where we exist in a constant state of delusion regarding both our moral and physical relationships, it’s impossible for us to make a definitive judgment on this issue. It's often said that some people seem to live in a dream, never completely awake; even the most casual observer can't help but notice examples of such individuals, particularly among the elderly.

With respect to this allegorical language, Ennemoser observes, that, “since no dreamer learns it of another, and still less from those who are awake, it must be natural to all men.” How different too, is its comprehensiveness and rapidity, to our ordinary language! We are accustomed, and with justice, to wonder at the admirable mechanism by which, without fatigue or exertion, we communicate with our fellow-beings; but how slow and ineffectual is human speech compared to this spiritual picture-language, where a whole history is understood at a glance! and scenes that seem to occupy days and weeks, are acted out in ten minutes. It is remarkable that this hieroglyphic language appears to be the same among all people; and that the dream-interpreters of all countries construe the signs alike. Thus, the dreaming of deep water denotes trouble, and pearls are a sign of tears.

Regarding this symbolic language, Ennemoser points out that, “since no dreamer learns it from another, and even less from those who are awake, it must be natural to all people.” How different its comprehensiveness and speed are compared to our everyday language! We are justifiably amazed by the remarkable mechanism through which we communicate with each other effortlessly. However, human speech is so slow and ineffective compared to this spiritual picture-language, where a whole story is grasped at a glance! Scenes that appear to take days and weeks unfold in just ten minutes. It’s striking that this hieroglyphic language seems to be consistent across all cultures, and that dream interpreters from various countries interpret the signs in the same way. For example, dreaming of deep water signifies trouble, and pearls represent tears.

I have heard of a lady who, whenever a misfortune was impending, dreamed that she saw a large fish. One night she dreamed that this fish had bitten two of her little boy’s fingers. Immediately afterward a schoolfellow of the child’s injured those two very fingers by striking him with a hatchet; and I have met with several persons who have learned, by experience, to consider one particular dream as the certain prognostic of misfortune.

I’ve heard about a woman who, whenever trouble was on the way, dreamed of a big fish. One night, she dreamed that this fish bit two of her little boy’s fingers. Soon after, one of the boy’s classmates hurt those same two fingers by hitting him with an axe. I have also met several people who have come to see one specific dream as a sure sign of bad luck.

A lady who had left the West Indies when six years old, came one night, fourteen years afterward, to her sister’s bedside, and said, “I know uncle is dead. I have dreamed that I saw a number of slaves in the large store-room at Barbadoes, with long brooms, sweeping down immense cobwebs. I complained to my aunt, and she covered her face and said, ‘Yes, he is no sooner gone than they disobey him.’ ” It was afterward ascertained that Mr. P⁠—— had died on that night, and that he had never permitted the cobwebs in this room to be swept away, of which, however, the lady assures me she knew nothing; nor could she or her friends conceive what was meant by the symbol of the cobwebs, till they received the explanation subsequently from a member of the family.

A woman who had left the West Indies at the age of six returned one night, fourteen years later, to her sister's bedside and said, “I know uncle is dead. I dreamed that I saw a bunch of slaves in the big storeroom in Barbados, using long brooms to sweep away huge cobwebs. I told my aunt about it, and she covered her face and said, ‘Yes, as soon as he’s gone, they start to disobey him.’” It was later confirmed that Mr. P—— had died that night, and he had never allowed the cobwebs in that room to be cleaned, which the woman swears she had no idea about; nor could she or her friends understand what the cobwebs symbolized until they got an explanation later from a family member.

The following very curious allegorical dream I give, not in the words of the dreamer, but in those of her son, who bears a name destined, I trust, to a long immortality:—

The following intriguing allegorical dream is shared, not in the words of the dreamer, but through her son, who has a name that I hope will achieve lasting fame:—

Wooer’s Abbey-Cottage, Dunfermline-in-the-Woods, }

Wooer’s Abbey Cottage, Dunfermline Woods

Monday morning, 31st May, 1847. }

Monday morning, May 31, 1847.

Dear Mrs. Crowe: That dream of my mother’s was as follows: She stood in a long, dark, empty gallery: on her one side was my father, and on the other my eldest sister Amelia; then myself, and the rest of the family, according to their ages. At the foot of the hall stood my youngest sister Alexes, and above her my sister Catherine—a creature, by-the-way, in person and mind, more like an angel of heaven than an inhabitant of earth. We all stood silent and motionless. At last it entered—the unimagined something, that, casting its grim shadow before, had enveloped all the trivialities of the preceding dream in the stifling atmosphere of terror. It entered, stealthily descending the three steps that led from the entrance down into the chamber of horror: and my mother felt it was Death! He was dwarfish, bent, and shrivelled. He carried on his shoulder a heavy axe; and had come, she thought, to destroy ‘all her little ones at one fell swoop.’ On the entrance of the shape, my sister Alexes leaped out of the rank, interposing herself between him and my mother. He raised his axe and aimed a blow at Catherine—a blow which, to her horror, my mother could not intercept, though she had snatched up a three-legged stool, the sole furniture of the apartment, for that purpose. She could not, she felt, fling the stool at the figure without destroying Alexes, who kept shooting out and in between her and the ghastly thing. She tried in vain to scream; she besought my father, in agony, to avert the impending stroke; but he did not hear, or did not heed her, and stood motionless, as in a trance. Down came the axe, and poor Catherine fell in her blood, cloven to ‘the white halse bane.’ Again the axe was lifted, by the inexorable shadow, over the head of my brother, who stood next in the line. Alexes had somewhere disappeared behind the ghastly visitant; and, with a scream, my mother flung the footstool at his head. He vanished, and she awoke.

Dear Mrs. Crowe: This is the dream my mother had: She was in a long, dark, empty hallway: on one side was my father, and on the other side was my oldest sister Amelia; then I was there, followed by the rest of the family in order of age. At the end of the hall stood my youngest sister Alexes, and above her was my sister Catherine—a being, by the way, in both presence and mind, more like an angel from heaven than someone living on earth. We all stood silent and still. Finally, it entered—the unimaginable something that, casting its dark shadow ahead, had overwhelmed all the petty details of the previous dream in a suffocating atmosphere of fear. It came in, quietly descending the three steps that led from the entrance down into the chamber of horror: and my mother got it it was Death! He was small, hunched, and withered. He carried a heavy axe on his shoulder, and she thought he had come to take ‘all her little ones at once.’ When the figure arrived, my sister Alexes jumped out of the line, placing herself between him and my mother. He raised his axe and swung it at Catherine—a blow which, to her shock, my mother couldn’t stop, even though she had grabbed a three-legged stool, the only piece of furniture in the room, to do so. She felt she couldn't throw the stool at the figure without hurting Alexes, who kept darting back and forth between her and the terrifying presence. She tried desperately to scream; she pleaded with my father, in anguish, to prevent the impending blow; but he either didn’t hear or didn’t pay attention, and stood there, frozen like he was in a trance. Down came the axe, and poor Catherine fell in her blood, split open to ‘the white halse bane.’ Once again the axe was raised by the relentless shadow over my brother, who was next in line. Alexes had somehow disappeared behind the horrifying visitor; and with a scream, my mother threw the footstool at his head. He vanished, and she woke up.

“This dream left on my mother’s mind a fearful apprehension of impending misfortune, ‘which would not pass away.’ It was murder she feared; and her suspicions were not allayed by the discovery that a man (some time before discarded by my father for bad conduct, and with whom she had, somehow, associated the Death of her dream) had been lurking about the place, and sleeping in an adjoining outhouse on the night it occurred, and for some nights previous and subsequent to it. Her terror increased. Sleep forsook her; and every night, when the house was still, she arose and stole, sometimes with a candle, sometimes in the dark, from room to room, listening, in a sort of waking nightmare, for the breathing of the assassin, who, she imagined, was lurking in some one of them. This could not last. She reasoned with herself; but her terror became intolerable, and she related her dream to my father, who, of course, called her a fool for her pains, whatever might be his real opinion of the matter.

“This dream left my mother with a deep fear of coming misfortune that just wouldn’t go away. She feared homicide, and her worries grew when she found out that a man (previously dismissed by my father for bad behavior and somehow linked to the Death in her dream) had been hanging around, sleeping in a nearby outhouse on the night it happened, as well as a few nights before and after. Her terror mounted. She couldn’t sleep; each night, when the house was quiet, she got up and quietly moved from room to room, sometimes with a candle and sometimes in complete darkness, listening in a sort of waking nightmare for the breath of the assassin, who she thought was hiding in one of them. This couldn’t go on. She tried to reason with herself, but her fear became unbearable, and she told my father about her dream, who, of course, called her foolish for worrying, no matter what he really thought about it.

“Three months had elapsed, when we children were all of us seized with scarlet fever. My sister Catherine died almost immediately—sacrificed, as my mother in her misery thought, to her (my mother’s) over-anxiety for Alexes, whose danger seemed more imminent. The dream-prophecy was in part fulfilled. I also was at death’s door—given up by the doctors, but not by my mother: she was confident of my recovery; but for my brother, who was scarcely considered in danger at all, but on whose head she had seen the visionary axe impending, her fears were great; for she could not recollect whether the blow had or had not descended when the spectre vanished. My brother recovered, but relapsed, and barely escaped with life; but Alexes did not. For a year and ten months the poor child lingered, and almost every night I had to sing her asleep—often, I remember, through bitter tears, for I knew she was dying, and I loved her the more as she wasted away. I held her little hand as she died; I followed her to the grave—the last thing that I have loved on earth. And the dream was fulfilled.

"Three months had passed when all of us kids came down with scarlet fever. My sister Catherine died almost right away—sacrificed, as my mother believed in her despair, to her (my mother’s) over-worry about Alexes, whose situation seemed more critical. The dream-prediction was partially fulfilled. I was at death's door—given up by the doctors, but not by my mother: she was sure I would pull through; but for my brother, who was hardly seen as being in danger at all, yet on whose head she had witnessed the looming axe, her fears were intense; she couldn’t remember if the blow had fallen when the vision disappeared. My brother got better, but then had a relapse and narrowly escaped death; but Alexes didn't make it. For a year and ten months, the poor child lingered, and almost every night I had to sing her to sleep—often, I remember, through bitter tears, because I knew she was dying, and I loved her even more as she faded away. I held her tiny hand as she passed; I followed her to the grave—the last thing I have loved on earth. And the dream came true."

“Truly and sincerely yours,

"Sincerely yours,"

J. Noel Paton.”

J. Noel Paton.

The dreaming of coffins and funerals, when a death is impending, must be considered as examples of this allegorical language. Instances of this kind are extremely numerous. Not unfrequently the dreamer, as in cases of second-sight, sees either the body in the coffin, so as to be conscious of who is to die, or else is made aware of it from seeing the funeral-procession at a certain house, or from some other significant circumstance. This faculty, which has been supposed to belong peculiarly to the highlanders of Scotland, appears to be fully as well known in Wales and on the continent, especially in Germany.

The dreaming of coffins and funerals when someone is about to die is a clear example of this symbolic language. There are many instances like this. Often, the dreamer, similar to those with second sight, either sees the body in the coffin and becomes aware of who is going to die, or learns about it by witnessing a funeral procession at a specific house or through some other significant detail. This ability, thought to be particularly common among the highlanders of Scotland, also seems to be well-known in Wales and across the continent, especially in Germany.

The language of dreams, however, is not always symbolical. Occasionally, the scene, that is transacting at a distance, or that is to be transacted at some future period, is literally presented to the sleeper, as things appear to be presented in many cases of second-sight, and also in clairvoyance; and, since we suppose him (that is, the sleeper) to be in a temporarily magnetic state, we must conclude that the degree of perspicuity, or translucency of the vision, depends on the degree of that state. Nevertheless, there are considerable difficulties attending this theory. A great proportion of the prophetic dreams we hear of are connected with the death of some friend or relative. Some, it is true, regard unimportant matters, as visits, and so forth; but this is generally, though not exclusively, the case only with persons who have a constitutional tendency to this kind of dreaming, and with whom it is frequent; but it is not uncommon for those who have not discovered any such tendency, to be made aware of a death: and the number of dreams of this description I meet with is very considerable. Now, it is difficult to conceive what the condition is that causes this perception of an approaching death; or why, supposing, as we have suggested above, that, when the senses sleep, the untrammelled spirit sees, the memory of this revelation, if I may so call it, so much more frequently survives than any other, unless, indeed, it be the force of the shock sustained—which shock, it is to be remarked, always wakes the sleeper; and this may be the reason that, if he fall asleep again, the dream is almost invariably repeated.

The language of dreams isn’t always symbolic. Sometimes, events happening at a distance or set to occur in the future are shown to the dreamer just as they appear in cases of second sight or clairvoyance. Since we assume the dreamer is in a temporary magnetic state, we can conclude that the clarity of the vision depends on the intensity of that state. However, this theory has significant challenges. A large number of the prophetic dreams we hear about are linked to the death of a friend or family member. It's true that some dreams concern trivial matters like visits, but this mainly applies to people who have a natural tendency for this type of dreaming and experience it often. However, it's not unusual for those who don't have such a tendency to also receive warnings about a death, and I encounter a considerable number of such dreams. It's hard to understand what causes this awareness of an impending death or why, as I suggested before, when the senses are asleep, the unrestrained spirit "sees" this revelation more often than others—unless it's the impact of the shock experienced, which notably always wakes the dreamer. This could be why, if they fall asleep again, the dream is almost always repeated.

I could fill pages with dreams of this description which have come to my knowledge, or been recorded by others.

I could write pages full of dreams like this that I've heard about or that others have recorded.

Mr. H⁠——, a gentleman with whom I am acquainted—a man engaged in active business, and apparently as little likely as any one I ever knew to be troubled with a faculty of this sort—dreamed that he saw a certain friend of his dead. The dream was so like reality, that, although he had no reason whatever to suppose his friend ill, he could not forbear sending in the morning to inquire for him. The answer returned was, that Mr. A⁠—— was out, and was quite well. The impression, however, was so vivid, that, although he had nearly three miles to send, Mr. H⁠—— felt that he could not start for Glasgow, whither business called him, without making another inquiry. This time his friend was at home, and answered for himself, that he was very well, and that somebody must have been hoaxing H⁠——, and making him believe otherwise. Mr. H⁠—— set out on his journey, wondering at his own anxiety, but unable to conquer it. He was absent but a few days (I think three); and the first news he heard on his return was, that his friend had been seized with an attack of inflammation, and was dead.

Mr. H——, a guy I know—someone active in business, and as unlikely as anyone I’ve ever met to have this kind of ability—dreamed that he saw a certain friend of his dead. The dream felt so real that, even though he had no reason to think his friend was sick, he couldn’t help sending a message in the morning to check on him. The reply he got was that Mr. A—— was out and perfectly fine. However, the feeling was so strong that, even though it was nearly three miles to send, Mr. H—— thought he couldn't leave for Glasgow, where work was calling him, without checking again. This time, his friend was home and assured him that he was very well and that someone must have been pranking H——, making him think otherwise. Mr. H—— began his journey, perplexed by his own worry but unable to shake it off. He was gone for just a few days (I believe three); and the first news he received upon his return was that his friend had suffered an inflammation attack and had died.

A German professor lately related to a friend of mine, that, being some distance from home, he dreamed that his father was dying, and was calling for him. The dream being repeated, he was so far impressed as to alter his plans, and return home, where he arrived in time to receive his parent’s last breath. He was informed that the dying man had been calling upon his name repeatedly, in deep anguish at his absence.

A German professor recently told a friend of mine that while he was away from home, he dreamed his father was dying and calling for him. The dream happened again, and it impacted him enough to change his plans and go back home, where he arrived just in time to see his father take his last breath. He found out that his father had been calling out his name repeatedly, feeling deep anguish over his absence.

A parallel case to this is that of Mr. R⁠—— E⁠—— S⁠——, an accountant in Edinburgh, and a shrewd man of business, who relates the following circumstance as occurring to himself. He is a native of Dalkeith, and was residing there, when, being about fifteen years of age, he left home on a Saturday, to spend a few days with a friend at Prestonpans. On the Sunday night he dreamed that his mother was extremely ill, and started out of his sleep with an impression that he must go to her immediately. He even got out of bed with the intention of doing so, but, reflecting that he had left her quite well, and that it was only a dream, he returned to bed, and again fell asleep. But the dream returned, and, unable longer to control his anxiety, he arose, dressed himself in the dark, quitted the house, leaping the railings that surrounded it, and made the best of his way to Dalkeith. On reaching home, which he did before daylight, he tapped at the kitchen-window, and, on gaining admittance, was informed that on the Saturday evening, after he had departed, his mother had been seized with an attack of British cholera, and was lying above, extremely ill. She had been lamenting his absence extremely, and had scarcely ceased crying, “Oh, Ralph, Ralph! what a grief that you are away!” At nine o’clock he was admitted to her room; but she was no longer in a condition to recognise him, and she died within a day or two.

A similar case involves Mr. R⁠—— E⁠—— S⁠——, an accountant in Edinburgh and a clever businessman, who shares the following experience from his life. He is originally from Dalkeith and was living there when, at about fifteen years old, he left home on a Saturday to spend a few days with a friend in Prestonpans. That Sunday night, he dreamed that his mother was very ill, and he woke up feeling the strong need to go to her immediately. He even got out of bed to do so, but after considering that he had left her in good health and that it was just a dream, he went back to bed and fell asleep again. However, the dream came back, and unable to dismiss his anxiety any longer, he got up, dressed in the dark, jumped over the railing surrounding his house, and made his way to Dalkeith. He arrived home before dawn, knocked on the kitchen window, and after being let in, found out that on Saturday evening, after he had left, his mother had suffered an attack of British cholera and was very ill upstairs. She had been mourning his absence and repeatedly cried out, “Oh, Ralph, Ralph! What a grief that you are away!” At nine o’clock, he was allowed into her room, but she was no longer able to recognize him, and she died within a day or two.

Instances of this sort are numerous, but it would be tedious to narrate them, especially as there is little room for variety in the details. I shall therefore content myself with giving one or two specimens of each class, confining my examples to such as have been communicated to myself, except where any case of particular interest leads me to deviate from this plan. The frequency of such phenomena may be imagined, when I mention that the instances I shall give, with few exceptions, have been collected with little trouble, and without seeking beyond my own small circle of acquaintance.

Instances like this are common, but it would be boring to recount them all, especially since there’s not much variety in the details. So, I'll stick to sharing one or two examples from each category, focusing on those that I've personally received, unless a particularly interesting case prompts me to go off this path. You can imagine how often such phenomena occur when I say that the examples I'll provide, with only a few exceptions, were gathered with minimal effort and without looking beyond my own small circle of friends.

In the family of the above-named gentleman (Mr. R⁠—— E⁠—— S⁠——), there probably existed a faculty of presentiment; for, in the year 1810, his elder brother being assistant-surgeon on board the “Gorgon,” war-brig, his father dreamed that he was promoted to the “Sparrowhawk,” a ship he had then never heard of—neither had the family received any intelligence of the young man for several months. He told his dream, and was well laughed at for his pains; but in a few weeks a letter arrived announcing the promotion.

In the family of the gentleman mentioned above (Mr. R⁠—— E⁠—— S⁠——), there seemed to be a knack for intuition; in 1810, when his older brother was an assistant surgeon on the “Gorgon,” a war-brig, their father had a dream that his son was promoted to the “Sparrowhawk,” a ship he had never heard of before—and the family hadn’t heard from the young man in several months. He shared his dream and was laughed at for it, but a few weeks later, a letter arrived confirming the promotion.

When Lord Burghersh was giving theatrical parties at Florence, a lady (Mrs. M⁠——, whose presence was very important) excused herself one evening, being in great alarm from having dreamed in the night that her sister, in England, was dead, which proved to be the fact.

When Lord Burghersh was hosting theater parties in Florence, a lady (Mrs. M⁠——, whose presence was very important) excused herself one evening, feeling very alarmed because she had dreamed the night before that her sister in England was dead, which turned out to be true.

Mr. W⁠——, a young man at Glasgow college, not long since dreamed that his aunt in Russia was dead. He noted the date of his dream on the window-shutter of his chamber. In a short time the news of the lady’s death arrived. The dates, however, did not accord; but, on mentioning the circumstance to a friend, he was reminded that the adherence of the Russians to the old style reconciled the difference.

Mr. W⁠——, a young man at Glasgow College, recently dreamed that his aunt in Russia had died. He wrote down the date of his dream on the window-shutter in his room. Soon after, he received news of the lady’s death. However, the dates didn’t match up; but when he brought this up to a friend, he was reminded that the Russians stick to the old calendar, which explained the discrepancy.

A man of business, in Glasgow, lately dreamed that he saw a coffin, on which was inscribed the name of a friend, with the date of his death. Some time afterward he was summoned to attend the funeral of that person, who, at the time of the dream, was in good health, and he was struck with surprise on seeing the plate of the coffin bearing the very date he had seen in his dream.

A businessman in Glasgow recently dreamed he saw a coffin with the name of a friend on it, along with the date of his death. Some time later, he was called to attend that friend’s funeral, who was in good health when the dream happened, and he was shocked to see the coffin’s plate showing the exact date he had dreamed about.

A French gentleman, Monsieur de V⁠——, dreamed, some years since, that he saw a tomb, on which he read very distinctly, the following date—23d June, 184⁠—; there were, also, some initials, but so much effaced that he could not make them out. He mentioned the circumstance to his wife; and for some time, they could not help dreading the recurrence of the ominous month; but, as year after year passed, and nothing happened, they had ceased to think of it, when at last the symbol was explained. On the 23d of June, 1846, their only daughter died at the age of seventeen.

A French gentleman, Monsieur de V⁠——, had a dream a few years ago where he saw a tomb. On it, he clearly read the date—23rd June, 184⁠—; there were also some initials, but they were so worn that he couldn't decipher them. He shared this with his wife, and for a while, they couldn't shake off the fear of that ominous month. However, as the years went by with nothing happening, they stopped thinking about it. Finally, the meaning of the symbol was revealed. On the 23rd of June, 1846, their only daughter passed away at the age of seventeen.

Thus far the instances I have related seem to resolve themselves into cases of simple clairvoyance, or second sight in sleep, although, in using these words, I am very far from meaning to imply that I explain the thing, or unveil its mystery. The theory above alluded to, seems as yet, the only one applicable to the facts, namely, that the senses, being placed in a negative and passive state, the universal sense of the immortal spirit within, which sees, and hears, and knows, or rather, in one word, perceives, without organs, becomes more or less free to work unclogged. That the soul is a mirror in which the spirit sees all things reflected, is a modification of this theory; but I confess I find myself unable to attach any idea to this latter form of expression. Another view, which I have heard suggested by an eminent person, is, that if it be true, as maintained by Dr. Wigan, and some other physiologists, that our brains are double, it is possible that a polarity may exist between the two sides, by means of which the negative side may, under certain circumstances, become a mirror to the positive. It seems difficult to reconcile this notion with the fact, that these perceptions occur most frequently when the brain is asleep. How far the sleep is perfect and general, however, we can never know; and of course, when the powers of speech and locomotion continue to be exercised, we are aware that it is only partial, in a more or less degree. In the case of magnetic sleepers, observation shows us, that the auditory nerves are aroused by being addressed, and fall asleep again as soon as they are left undisturbed. In most cases of natural sleep, the same process, if the voice were heard at all, would disperse sleep altogether; and it must be remembered that, as Dr. Holland says, sleep is a fluctuating condition, varying from one moment to another, and this allowance must be made when considering magnetic sleep also.

So far, the examples I've shared seem to boil down to simple clairvoyance or second sight during sleep. However, using these terms doesn't mean I'm claiming to explain or reveal any mysteries. The theory I mentioned earlier appears to be the only one that fits the facts—that when our senses are in a passive and negative state, the universal sense of the immortal spirit within us, which sees, hears, and knows, or simply put, sees without any physical organs, is freer to operate without hindrance. The idea that the soul acts as a mirror where the spirit reflects everything is a variation of this theory, but I must admit I struggle to grasp what this expression really means. Another perspective, proposed by a notable individual, is that if it's true, as Dr. Wigan and some other physiologists argue, that our brains are double, there might be a polarity between the two sides allowing the negative side to act as a mirror to the positive side under certain conditions. However, it's challenging to align this idea with the fact that these perceptions happen most often while the brain is asleep. We can never fully know how complete or general that sleep is, and obviously, when the abilities to speak and move are still active, we realize it’s only partial to some extent. In cases of magnetic sleep, observations show that the auditory nerves react when spoken to and return to a sleep state once left undisturbed. In most instances of natural sleep, if a voice were to be heard at all, it would likely disrupt sleep entirely; and we must remember, as Dr. Holland notes, that sleep is a fluctuating state, changing from moment to moment, and this consideration should also apply to magnetic sleep.

It is by this theory of the duality of the brain, which seems to have many arguments in its favor, and the alternate sleeping and waking of the two sides, that Dr. Wigan seeks to account for the state of double or alternate consciousness above alluded to; and also, for that strange sensation which most people have experienced, of having witnessed a scene, or heard a conversation, at some indefinite period before, or even in some earlier state of existence. He thinks that one half of the brain being in a more active condition than the other, it takes cognizance of the scene first; and that thus the perceptions of the second, when they take place, appear to be a repetition of some former experiences. I confess this theory, as regards this latter phenomenon, is to me eminently unsatisfactory, and it is especially defective in not accounting for one of the most curious particulars connected with it, namely, that on these occasions people not only seem to recognise the circumstances as having been experienced before; but they have, very frequently, an actual foreknowledge of what will be next said or done.

It’s through this theory of the brain's duality, which appears to have a lot of supporting arguments, along with the alternating sleeping and waking states of its two halves, that Dr. Wigan tries to explain the phenomenon of double or alternate consciousness mentioned earlier. He also seeks to clarify that strange feeling many people have had of having seen a scene or heard a conversation at some vague time in the past or even in a previous life. He believes that when one half of the brain is more active than the other, it perceives the scene first; therefore, when the second half starts to process it, it seems to be a repetition of earlier experiences. I must admit this theory, particularly regarding this latter phenomenon, is quite unsatisfactory to me, especially because it fails to explain one of the most intriguing aspects related to it: during these moments, people not only appear to recognize the situations as having happened before, but they often also have a real sense of what will be said or done next.

Now, the explanation of this mystery, I incline to think, may possibly lie in the hypothesis I have suggested; namely, that in profound, and what appears to us generally to have been dreamless sleep, we are clear-seers. The map of coming events lies open before us, the spirit surveys it; but with the awaking of the sensuous organs, this dream-life, with its aerial excursions, passes away, and we are translated into our other sphere of existence. But, occasionally, some flash of recollection, some ray of light from this visionary world, in which we have been living, breaks in upon our external objective existence, and we recognise the locality, the voice, the very words, as being but a reacting of some foregone scenes of a drama.

Now, I believe the explanation for this mystery might be found in the idea I've proposed: that during deep, seemingly dreamless sleep, we can see clearly. The map of future events is laid out in front of us, and our spirit observes it; however, when our senses awaken, this dream-like state, with its imaginative journeys, fades away, and we transition into our other realm of existence. But sometimes, a flash of memory or a glimpse of light from this imaginary world we’ve been part of breaks into our waking life, and we recognize the place, the voice, the exact words as just reflections of past scenes in a play.

The faculty of presentiment, of which everybody must have heard instances, seems to have some affinity to the phenomenon last referred to. I am acquainted with a lady, in whom this faculty is in some degree developed, who has evinced it by a consciousness of the moment when a death was taking place in her family, or among her connections, although she does not know who it is that has departed. I have heard of several cases of people hurrying home from a presentiment of fire; and Mr. M⁠—— of Calderwood was once, when absent from home, seized with such an anxiety about his family, that without being able in any way to account for it, he felt himself impelled to fly to them and remove them from the house they were inhabiting; one wing of which fell down immediately afterward. No notion of such a misfortune had ever before occurred to him, nor was there any reason whatever to expect it; the accident originating from some defect in the foundations.

The ability to sense something before it happens, which everyone has probably heard stories about, seems to be somewhat related to the phenomenon mentioned earlier. I know a woman who has this ability to some extent, and she has shown it by sensing when a death occurs in her family or among her acquaintances, even though she doesn’t know who has passed away. I've heard of several cases where people rushed home because they had a feeling there was a fire. Once, Mr. M⁠—— of Calderwood was away from home and suddenly felt a strong anxiety about his family. He couldn’t explain why, but he felt compelled to rush back to them and move them out of their house, one part of which collapsed right after. He had never thought of such a disaster before, and there was no reason to expect it; the collapse was due to a flaw in the building's foundations.

A circumstance, exactly similar to this, is related by Stilling, of Professor Böhm, teacher of mathematics at Marburg; who being one evening in company, was suddenly seized with a conviction that he ought to go home. As however, he was very comfortably taking his tea, and had nothing to do at home, he resisted the admonition; but it returned with such force that at length he was obliged to yield. On reaching his house, he found everything as he had left it; but he now felt himself urged to remove his bed from the corner in which it stood to another; but as it had always stood there, he resisted this impulsion also. However, the resistance was vain, absurd as it seemed, he felt he must do it; so he summoned the maid, and with her aid, drew the bed to the other side of the room; after which he felt quite at ease and returned to spend the rest of the evening with his friends. At ten o’clock the party broke up, and he retired home and went to bed and to sleep. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud crash, and on looking out, he saw that a large beam had fallen, bringing part of the ceiling with it, and was lying exactly on the spot his bed had occupied.

A situation exactly like this is recounted by Stilling about Professor Böhm, a math teacher at Marburg. One evening, while he was out with company, he suddenly felt he should go home. However, since he was comfortably enjoying his tea and had nothing to do at home, he resisted the feeling. But it came back so strongly that he eventually had to give in. When he got home, everything was just as he had left it, but then he felt a strong urge to move his bed from the corner where it had always been to another spot. He resisted this feeling too, since the bed had always been there. However, even though it seemed silly, he felt he had to do it, so he called the maid to help him move the bed to the other side of the room. After that, he felt completely at ease and went back to enjoy the rest of the evening with his friends. When the party ended at ten o’clock, he went home, got into bed, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud crash, and when he looked out, he saw that a large beam had fallen, taking part of the ceiling with it, and was lying exactly where his bed had been.

A young servant-girl in this neighborhood, who had been several years in an excellent situation, where she was much esteemed, was suddenly seized with a presentiment that she was wanted at home; and, in spite of all representations, she resigned her place, and set out on her journey thither; where, when she arrived, she found her parents extremely ill, one of them mortally, and in the greatest need of her services. No intelligence of their illness had reached her, nor could she herself in any way account for the impulse. I have heard of numerous well-authenticated cases of people escaping drowning from being seized with an unaccountable presentiment of evil when there were no external signs whatever to justify the apprehension. The story of Cazotte, as related by La Harpe, is a very remarkable instance of this sort of faculty; and seems to indicate a power like that possessed by Zschokke, who relates, in his autobiography, that frequently while conversing with a stranger, the whole circumstances of that person’s previous life were revealed to him, even comprising details of places and persons. In the case of Cazotte, it was the future that was laid open to him, and he foretold, to a company of eminent persons, in the year 1788, the fate which awaited each individual, himself included, in consequence of the revolution then commencing. As this story is already in print, I forbear to relate it.

A young servant girl in this neighborhood, who had been in a great job for several years where she was highly regarded, suddenly had a feeling that she was needed at home. Despite all the arguments against it, she quit her job and set off on her journey there. Upon arrival, she found her parents extremely ill—one of them gravely so—and in dire need of her help. She hadn't received any news about their sickness, nor could she explain why she felt that urge. I've heard of many verified cases of people escaping drowning after suddenly feeling a sense of impending doom, even when there were no signs to justify that fear. The story of Cazotte, told by La Harpe, is a striking example of this kind of ability; it suggests a power similar to that of Zschokke, who mentions in his autobiography that while talking to a stranger, he would often see that person's entire past life, including details about places and people. In Cazotte's case, it was the future that was revealed to him, as he predicted the fate of each person present—including his own—during a gathering of notable individuals in 1788, in light of the revolution that was beginning. Since this story is already published, I won’t go into details about it.

One of the most remarkable cases of presentiment I know, is, that which occurred, not very long since, on board one of her majesty’s ships, when lying off Portsmouth. The officers being one day at the mess-table, young Lieutenant P⁠—— suddenly laid down his knife and fork, pushed away his plate, and turned extremely pale. He then rose from the table, covering his face with his hands, and retired from the room. The president of the mess, supposing him to be ill, sent one of the young men to inquire what was the matter. At first Mr. P⁠—— was unwilling to speak, but on being pressed, he confessed that he had been seized by a sudden and irresistible impression that a brother he had then in India was dead. “He died,” said he, “on the 12th of August, at six o’clock; I am perfectly certain of it!” No arguments could overthrow this conviction, which, in due course of post, was verified to the letter. The young man had died at Cawnpore, at the precise period mentioned.

One of the most remarkable cases of intuition I know happened not too long ago on one of Her Majesty’s ships while it was docked near Portsmouth. The officers were at the mess table one day when young Lieutenant P⁠—— suddenly put down his knife and fork, pushed his plate away, and turned very pale. He then stood up, covered his face with his hands, and left the room. The president of the mess assumed he was unwell and sent one of the younger officers to check on him. At first, Mr. P⁠—— was hesitant to speak, but when pressed, he admitted he had been hit by a sudden and overwhelming feeling that his brother, who was in India at the time, was dead. “He died,” he said, “on August 12th at six o’clock; I’m absolutely sure of it!” No arguments could change his mind, and eventually, the news verified his conviction exactly. The young man had died in Cawnpore at the exact time he mentioned.

When any exhibition of this sort of faculty occurs in animals, which is by no means unfrequent, it is termed instinct; and we look upon it, as what it probably is, only another and more rare development of that intuitive knowledge which enables them to seek their food, and perform the other functions necessary for the maintenance of their existence and the continuance of their race. Now, it is remarkable, that the life of an animal is a sort of dream-life; their ganglionic system is more developed than that of man, and the cerebral less; and since it is, doubtless, from the greater development of the ganglionic system in women that they exhibit more frequent instances of such abnormal phenomena as I am treating of, than men, we may be, perhaps, justified in considering the faculty of presentiment in a human being as a suddenly-awakened instinct; just as in an animal it is an intensified instinct.

When any exhibition of this kind of ability happens in animals, which is quite common, it's called intuition; and we see it, as it likely is, just another and rarer form of that intuitive knowledge that allows them to find food and carry out other functions essential for their survival and the continuation of their species. It's interesting that an animal's life is like a dream state; their ganglionic system is more developed than that of humans, while their cerebral system is less so. Given that it's probably due to the greater development of the ganglionic system in women that they show more frequent examples of these unusual phenomena than men, we might say that the ability to sense things in a human is like a suddenly awakened instinct, just as in an animal it is a heightened instinct.

Everybody has either witnessed or heard of instances of this sort of presentiment, in dogs especially. For the authenticity of the following anecdote I can vouch, the traditions being very carefully preserved in the family concerned, from whom I have it. In the last century, Mr. P⁠——, a member of this family, who had involved himself in some of the stormy affairs of this northern part of the island, was one day surprised by seeing a favorite dog, that was lying at his feet, start suddenly up and seize him by the knee, which he pulled—not with violence, but in a manner that indicated a wish that his master should follow him to the door. The gentleman resisted the invitation for some time, till at length, the perseverance of the animal rousing his curiosity, he yielded, and was thus conducted by the dog into the most sequestered part of a neighboring thicket, where, however, he could see nothing to account for his dumb friend’s proceeding, who now lay himself down, quite satisfied, and seemed to wish his master to follow his example, which, determined to pursue the adventure and find out, if possible, what was meant, he did. A considerable time now elapsed before the dog would consent to his master’s going home; but at length he arose and led the way thither, when the first news Mr. P⁠—— heard was, that a party of soldiers had been there in quest of him; and he was shown the marks of their spikes, which had been thrust through the bed-clothes in their search. He fled, and ultimately escaped, his life being thus preserved by his dog.

Everybody has either witnessed or heard about examples of this sort of intuition, especially in dogs. I can personally vouch for the authenticity of the following story, as it has been passed down carefully in the family involved, from whom I received it. In the last century, Mr. P⁠——, a member of this family, who had gotten caught up in some turbulent events in this northern part of the island, was one day surprised to see a favorite dog lying at his feet suddenly jump up and grab him by the knee. The dog pulled—not roughly, but in a way that suggested he wanted his master to follow him to the door. The gentleman resisted for a while, but eventually, the dog's persistence piqued his curiosity, and he gave in. The dog led him into a secluded part of a nearby thicket, where he saw nothing that explained his silent companion's actions. The dog then lay down, looking satisfied and seemingly encouraging his master to do the same, which Mr. P⁠—— decided to do to see what this was all about. A significant amount of time passed before the dog would allow his master to head home; eventually, he got up and led the way back. The first thing Mr. P⁠—— learned upon returning was that a group of soldiers had been there searching for him, and he saw the marks of their weapons that had punctured the bedding in their search. He fled and ultimately escaped, his life being saved by his dog.

Some years ago, at Plymouth, I had a brown spaniel that regularly, with great delight, accompanied my son and his nurse in their morning’s walk. One day she came to complain to me that Tiger would not go out with them. Nobody could conceive the reason of so unusual a caprice; and, unfortunately, we did not yield to it, but forced him to go. In less than a quarter of an hour he was brought back, so torn to pieces, by a savage dog that had just come ashore from a foreign vessel, that it was found necessary to shoot him immediately.

A few years ago in Plymouth, I had a brown spaniel who happily joined my son and his nurse on their morning walks. One day, she came to tell me that Tiger refused to go out with them. Nobody could understand this strange behavior, and unfortunately, we didn't give in to it and forced him to go. Within fifteen minutes, he was brought back, so badly injured by a fierce dog that had just landed from a foreign ship, that we had to have him put down immediately.


CHAPTER V.

WARNINGS.

This comparison between the power of presentiment in a human being and the instincts of an animal, may be offensive to some people; but it must be admitted, that, as far as we can see, the manifestation is the same, whatever be the cause. Now, the body of an animal must be informed by an immaterial principle—let us call it soul or spirit, or anything else; for it is evident that their actions are not the mere result of organization; and all I mean to imply is, that this faculty of foreseeing must be inherent in intelligent spirit, let it be lodged in what form of flesh it may; while, with regard to what instinct is, we are, in the meanwhile, in extreme ignorance, Instinct being a word which, like Imagination, everybody uses, and nobody understands.

This comparison between the power of intuition in humans and the instincts of animals might upset some people; however, it's clear that, as far as we can tell, the expression is the same, regardless of the cause. An animal's body must be guided by a non-physical principle—let’s call it a soul or spirit, or something else; it’s obvious that their actions aren't just the result of their physical structure. What I’m suggesting is that this ability to foresee must be built into intelligent spirit, no matter what form it takes; meanwhile, we have very little understanding of what instinct actually is, with Intuition being a term that, like Creativity, everyone uses, but no one fully comprehends.

Ennemoser and Schubert believe, that the instinct by which animals seek their food, consists in polarity, but I have met with only two modern theories which pretend to explain the phenomena of presentiment; the one is, that the person is in a temporarily magnetic state, and that the presentiment is a kind of clairvoyance. That the faculty, like that of prophetic dreaming, is constitutional, and chiefly manifested in certain families, is well established; and the very unimportant events, such as visits, and so forth, on which it frequently exercises itself, forbid us to seek an explanation in a higher source. It seems, also, to be quite independent of the will of the subject, as it was in the case of Zschokke, who found himself thus let into the secrets of persons in whom he felt no manner of interest, while, where the knowledge might have been of use to him, he could not command it. The theory of one half of the brain in a negative state, serving as a mirror to the other half, if admitted at all, may answer as well, or better, for these waking presentiments, than for clear-seeing in dreams. But, for my own part, I incline very much to the views of that school of philosophers who adopt the first and more spiritual theory, which seems to me to offer fewer difficulties, while, as regards our present nature, and future hopes, it is certainly more satisfactory. Once admitted that the body is but the temporary dwelling of an immaterial spirit, the machine through which, and by which, in its normal states, the spirit alone can manifest itself, I can not see any great difficulty in conceiving that, in certain conditions of that body, their relations may be modified, and that the spirit may perceive, by its own inherent quality, without the aid of its material vehicle; and, as this condition of the body may arise from causes purely physical, we see at once why the revelations frequently regard such unimportant events.

Ennemoser and Schubert believe that the instinct animals use to find food is based on polarity, but I've only encountered two modern theories trying to explain the phenomenon of presentiment. One theory suggests that the person is in a temporary magnetic state, making presentiment a form of clairvoyance. It's well established that this ability, much like prophetic dreaming, is constitutional and mostly seen in certain families. The trivial nature of many events it often pertains to, like visits and so on, suggests we shouldn't look for explanations in something higher. It also appears to be entirely independent of the person's will, as shown in the case of Zschokke, who found himself privy to the secrets of people he had no interest in, while he couldn't access knowledge that would have been useful to him. The theory that one half of the brain in a negative state acts as a mirror to the other half, if accepted at all, might better explain these waking presentiments than it does clairvoyance in dreams. Personally, I lean more toward the perspectives of the school of philosophers who support the first, more spiritual theory, which seems to pose fewer challenges and is certainly more satisfying concerning our current existence and future hopes. Once we accept that the body is merely a temporary home for an immaterial spirit—the mechanism through which, and by which, the spirit can manifest itself in its normal state—I don't see any significant issue in understanding that, under certain bodily conditions, their interactions may change, allowing the spirit to perceive using its own inherent qualities without relying on its physical form. Since this condition of the body can result from purely physical causes, it's clear why the revelations often focus on seemingly unimportant events.

Plutarch, in his dialogue between Lamprius and Ammonius, observes, that if the demons, or protecting spirits, that watch over mankind, are disembodied souls, we ought not to doubt that those spirits, even when in the flesh, possessed the faculties they now enjoy, since we have no reason to suppose that any new ones are conferred at the period of dissolution; for these faculties must be inherent, although temporarily obscured, and weak and ineffective in their manifestations. As it is not when the sun breaks from behind the clouds that he first begins to shine, so it is not when the soul issues from the body, as from a cloud that envelops it, that it first attains the power of looking into the future.

Plutarch, in his dialogue between Lamprius and Ammonius, points out that if the demons or guardian spirits watching over humanity are disembodied souls, we shouldn't doubt that those spirits, even when in human form, had the same abilities they have now. There's no reason to think that any new abilities are granted at the moment of death; rather, these abilities must be inherent, even if they are temporarily hidden and weak in their expression. Just as the sun doesn't start shining only when it breaks through the clouds, the soul doesn't gain the ability to foresee the future only when it leaves the body, as if from a cloud surrounding it.

But the events foreseen are not always unimportant, nor is the mode of the communication always of the same nature. I have mentioned above some instances wherein danger was avoided, and there are many of the same kind recorded in various works; and it is the number of instances of this description, corroborated by the universal agreement of all somnambulists of a higher order, which has induced a considerable section of the German psychologists to adopt the doctrine of guardian spirits—a doctrine which has prevailed, more or less, in all ages, and has been considered by many theologians to be supported by the Bible. There is in this country, and I believe in France, also, though with more exceptions, such an extreme aversion to admit the possibility of anything like what is called supernatural agency, that the mere avowal of such a persuasion is enough to discredit one’s understanding with a considerable part of the world, not excepting those who profess to believe in the Scriptures. Yet, even apart from this latter authority, I can not see anything repugnant to reason in such a belief. As far as we see of nature, there is a continued series from the lowest to the highest; and what right have we to conclude that we are the last link of the chain? Why may there not be a gamut of beings? That such should be the case, is certainly in accordance with all that we see; and that we do not see them, affords, as I have said above, not a shadow of argument against their existence; man, immersed in business and pleasure, living only his sensuous life, is too apt to forget how limited those senses are, how merely designed for a temporary purpose, and how much may exist of which they can take no cognizance.

But the events predicted aren't always trivial, and the way they’re communicated isn't always the same. I mentioned earlier some cases where danger was avoided, and there are many similar cases recorded in various works. It's the sheer number of these instances, backed by the unanimous agreement of higher-level somnambulists, that has led a significant number of German psychologists to embrace the idea of guardian spirits—an idea that has existed, more or less, throughout history and has been regarded by many theologians as supported by the Bible. In this country, and I think in France too, though with more exceptions, there’s a strong reluctance to accept the possibility of what we call supernatural agency, so much so that simply admitting to such a belief can undermine one's credibility with a large part of society, including those who claim to believe in the Scriptures. Still, even aside from that authority, I don't find anything unreasonable about such a belief. As far as we observe in nature, there's a continuous spectrum from the lowest to the highest; what right do we have to assume we’re the final link in that chain? Why couldn't there be a range of beings? This possibility aligns with everything we observe, and the fact that we don’t see them doesn't, as I mentioned earlier, provide any evidence against their existence. People, caught up in their daily lives and pleasures, living only for their sensory experiences, often forget how limited those senses are, how they're merely designed for temporary purposes, and how much exists beyond what they can perceive.

The possibility admitted, the chief arguments against the probability of such a guardianship, are the interference it implies with the free-will of man, on the one hand, and the rarity of this interference, on the other. With respect to the first matter of free-will, it is a subject of acknowledged difficulty, and beyond the scope of my work. Nobody can honestly look back upon his past life without feeling perplexed by the question, of how far he was, or was not, able at the moment to resist certain impulsions, which caused him to commit wrong or imprudent actions; and it must, I fear, ever remain a quæstio vexata, how far our virtues and vices depend upon our organization—an organization whose constitution is beyond our own power, in the first instance, although we may certainly improve or deteriorate it; but which we must admit, at the same time, to be, in its present deteriorated form, the ill result of the world’s corruption, and the inherited penalty of the vices of our predecessors, whereby the sins of the fathers are visited upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.

The potential acknowledged, the main arguments against the odds of such oversight are the interference it suggests with human free will, on one side, and the rarity of this interference, on the other. Regarding the issue of free will, it's a well-known challenge, and beyond what I intend to cover here. No one can truthfully reflect on their past without feeling confused by the question of how much they could, or could not, resist certain urges that led them to make bad or foolish choices; and I fear it will always be a controversial issue how much our virtues and vices are influenced by our biology—an aspect of ourselves that we can't change right away, although we can definitely improve or worsen it; but we must also acknowledge that, in its current degraded state, it's the result of the world's corruption and the inherited consequences of our ancestors' vices, where the sins of the fathers impact the children up to the third and fourth generation.

There is, as the Scriptures say, but one way to salvation, though there are many to perdition—that is, though there are many wrongs, there is only one right; for truth is one, and our true liberty consists in being free to follow it; for we can not imagine that anybody seeks his own perdition, and nobody, I conceive, loves vice for its own sake, as others love virtue, that is, because it is vice: so that, when they follow its dictates, we must conclude that they are not free, but in bondage, whose ever bond-slave they be, whether of an evil spirit, or of their own organization; and I think every human being, who looks into himself, will feel that he is in effect then only free when he is obeying the dictates of virtue; and that the language of Scripture, which speaks of sin as a bondage, is not only metaphorically but literally true.

There is, as the Scriptures say, only one way to salvation, though there are many ways to destruction—that is, while there are many wrongs, there is only one right; for truth is singular, and our true freedom lies in being able to pursue it. We can't imagine that anyone intentionally seeks their own downfall, and I believe that nobody genuinely loves vice for its own sake, just as others love virtue because it is virtue: so, when people follow vice, we must conclude that they are not free, but enslaved, no matter who they are enslaved to, whether it be an evil spirit or their own nature. I think every person who reflects on themselves will realize that they are truly only free when they are following the principles of virtue; and the language of Scripture, which refers to sin as a form of bondage, is not just metaphorically but literally true.

The warning a person of an impending danger or error implies no constraint; the subject of the warning is free to take the hint or not, as he pleases; we receive many cautions, both from other people and from our own consciences, which we refuse to benefit by.

The warning someone about an upcoming danger or mistake doesn’t force them to act; the person being warned can choose to take the advice or ignore it as they wish. We get a lot of warnings, both from others and from our own instincts, that we decide not to listen to.

With regard to the second objection, it seems to have greater weight; for although the instances of presentiment are very numerous, taken apart, they are certainly, as far as we know, still but exceptional cases. But here we must remember that an influence of this sort might be very continuously, though somewhat remotely, exercised in favor of an individual, without the occurrence of any instance of so striking a nature as to render the interference manifest; and certain it is that some people—I have met with several, and very sensible persons too—have all their lives an intuitive persuasion of such a guardianship existing in relation to themselves. That in our normal states it was not intended we should hold sensible communion with the invisible world, seems evident; but nature abounds in exceptions; and there may be conditions regarding both parties, the incorporated and the unincorporated spirit, which may at times bring them into a more intimate relation. No one who believes that consciousness is to survive the death of the body, can doubt that the released spirit will then hold communion with its congeners; it being the fleshly tabernacles we inhabit which alone disables us from doing so at present. But since the constitutions of bodies vary exceedingly, not only in different individuals, but in the same individuals at different times, may we not conceive the possibility of there existing conditions which, by diminishing the obstructions, render this communion practicable within certain limits? For there certainly are recorded and authentic instances of presentiments and warnings, that with difficulty admit of any other explanation; and that these admonitions are more frequently received in the state of sleep than of vigilance, rather furnishes an additional argument in favor of the last hypothesis; for if there be any foundation for the theories above suggested, it is then that, the sensuous functions being in abeyance and the external life thereby shut out from us, the spirit would be most susceptible to the operations of spirit, whether of our deceased friends or of appointed ministers, if such there be. Jung Stelling is of opinion that we must decide from the aim and object of the revelation, whether it be a mere development of the faculty of presentiment, or a case of spiritual intervention; but this would surely be a very erroneous mode of judging, since the presentiment that foresees a visit may foresee a danger, and show us how to avoid it, as in the following instance:—

Regarding the second objection, it seems to carry more weight. Even though there are many instances of presentiment, they are, as far as we know, still mostly exceptions. We should remember that this kind of influence might be consistently, though somewhat indirectly, directed in favor of a person, without any notable instances that make the interference obvious. It's clear that some individuals—I’ve encountered several, who are quite sensible—have a lifelong intuitive sense of this kind of guardianship concerning themselves. It seems evident that in our typical states, we were not meant to have clear interaction with the invisible world, but nature is full of exceptions. Conditions might exist for both the physical being and the non-physical spirit that could bring them into a closer relationship at times. Anyone who believes that consciousness survives the death of the body cannot doubt that the freed spirit will then connect with others of its kind; it's the physical bodies we're in that currently prevent this connection. However, since the makeup of bodies can vary a lot, not just between different individuals, but also within the same individual at different times, can we not imagine the possibility of conditions that might reduce these barriers enough to make this connection possible within certain limits? There are certainly documented and reliable instances of presentiments and warnings that are hard to explain in any other way. The fact that these messages are more often received during sleep than during wakefulness further supports this idea. If there’s any truth to the theories suggested above, it seems that when our sensory functions are inactive and the external world is shut out from us, our spirit would be most receptive to the workings of other spirits, whether those of our deceased friends or designated guides, if they exist. Jung Stelling believes we should determine from the intent and purpose of the revelation whether it is simply a development of the presentiment faculty or a case of spiritual intervention; however, this would surely be a flawed way to judge, as a presentiment that predicts a visit could also foresee a danger and show us how to avoid it, as in the following example:—

A few years ago, Dr. W⁠——, now residing at Glasgow, dreamed that he received a summons to attend a patient at a place some miles from where he was living; that he started on horseback; and that, as he was crossing a moor, he saw a bull making furiously at him, whose horns he only escaped by taking refuge on a spot inaccessible to the animal, where he waited a long time, till some people, observing his situation, came to his assistance and released him. While at breakfast on the following morning, the summons came; and, smiling at the odd coincidence, he started on horseback. He was quite ignorant of the road he had to go; but by-and-by he arrived at the moor, which he recognised, and presently the bull appeared, coming full tilt toward him. But his dream had shown him the place of refuge, for which he instantly made; and there he spent three or four hours, besieged by the animal, till the country people set him free. Dr. W⁠—— declares that, but for the dream, he should not have known in what direction to run for safety.

A few years ago, Dr. W——, who now lives in Glasgow, dreamed that he got called to attend to a patient at a place several miles from where he lived. He set off on horseback, and while crossing a moor, he saw a bull charging at him. He narrowly escaped the bull's horns by seeking refuge in a spot where the animal couldn't reach him, and he waited there for a long time until some people noticed his predicament and came to help him. The next morning, while he was having breakfast, the call came, and he smiled at the strange chance occurrence before heading out on horseback. He had no idea which way to go, but eventually he got to the moor, which he recognized, and soon the bull showed up, charging straight at him. However, his dream had already revealed the place to take cover, so he quickly made for it and spent three or four hours trapped by the bull until the locals rescued him. Dr. W—— insists that without the dream, he wouldn't have known where to run for safety.

A butcher named Bone, residing at Holytown, dreamed a few years since that he was stopped at a particular spot on his way to market, whither he was going on the following day to purchase cattle, by two men in blue clothes, who cut his throat. He told the dream to his wife, who laughed at him; but, as it was repeated two or three times and she saw he was really alarmed, she advised him to join somebody who was going the same road. He accordingly listened till he heard a cart passing his door, and then went out and joined the man, telling him the reason for so doing. When they came to the spot, there actually stood the two men in blue clothes, who, seeing he was not alone, took to their heels and ran.

A butcher named Bone, living in Holytown, had a dream a few years ago that he was stopped at a specific spot on his way to market, where he was planning to buy cattle the next day, by two men in blue clothes who cut his throat. He shared the dream with his wife, who laughed it off; however, since it happened two or three times and she noticed he was genuinely worried, she suggested he join someone else going the same route. He listened to her advice and waited until he heard a cart passing by his house, then went out and joined the driver, explaining why he was doing so. When they reached the spot, the two men in blue clothes were actually there, and upon seeing he wasn’t alone, they took off running.

Now, although the dream was here probably the means of saving Bone’s life, there is no reason to suppose that this is a case of what is called supernatural intervention. The phenomenon would be sufficiently accounted for by the admission of the hypothesis I have suggested, namely, that he was aware of the impending danger in his sleep, and had been able, from some cause unknown to us, to convey the recollection into his waking state.

Now, even though the dream probably saved Bone's life, there's no reason to think this is a case of supernatural help. The situation could easily be explained by my suggested idea that he sensed the danger while he was asleep and somehow managed to carry that memory into his waking state for reasons we don't understand.

I know instances in which, for several mornings previous to the occurrence of a calamity, persons have awakened with a painful sense of misfortune, for which they could not account, and which was dispersed as soon as they had time to reflect that they had no cause for uneasiness. This is the only kind of presentiment I ever experienced myself; but it has occurred to me twice, in a very marked and unmistakable manner. As soon as the intellectual life, the life of the brain, and the external world, broke in, the instinctive life receded, and the intuitive knowledge was obscured. Or, according to Dr. Ennemoser’s theory, the polar relations changed, and the nerves were busied with conveying sensuous impressions to the brain, their sensibility or positive state now being transferred from the internal to the external periphery. It is by the contrary change that Dr. Ennemoser seeks to explain the insensibility to pain of mesmerized patients.

I know times when, for several mornings before a disaster, people have woken up with a heavy feeling of impending doom that they couldn't explain, which faded as soon as they took a moment to realize there was no reason to be worried. This is the only type of premonition I've personally experienced, but it happened to me twice in a very clear and undeniable way. Once the mental life, the life of the mind, and the outside world intruded, my instinctual awareness faded, and my intuitive insight was clouded. Or, according to Dr. Ennemoser's theory, the polar relations shifted, and the nerves became focused on sending sensory impressions to the brain, their sensitivity or state changing from internal to external. Dr. Ennemoser uses the opposite change to explain why mesmerized patients are insensitive to pain.

A circumstance of a similar kind to the above occurred in a well-known family in Scotland, the Rutherfords of E⁠——. A lady dreamed that her aunt, who resided at some distance, was murdered by a black servant. Impressed with the liveliness of the vision, she could not resist going to the house of her relation, where the man she had dreamed of (whom I think she had never before seen) opened the door to her. Upon this, she induced a gentleman to watch in the adjoining room during the night; and toward morning, hearing a foot upon the stairs, he opened the door and discovered the black servant carrying up a coal-scuttle full of coals, for the purpose, as he said, of lighting his mistress’s fire. As this motive did not seem very probable, the coals were examined, and a knife found hidden among them, with which, he afterward confessed, he intended to have murdered his mistress, provided she made any resistance to a design he had formed of robbing her of a large sum of money which he was aware she had that day received.

A similar situation happened in a well-known family in Scotland, the Rutherfords of E⁠——. A woman dreamed that her aunt, who lived some distance away, was murdered by a black servant. Convinced by the vividness of the dream, she felt compelled to visit her relative's house, where the man she had dreamed of (whom she likely had never seen before) answered the door. After this, she convinced a man to keep watch in the adjoining room during the night; and toward morning, hearing a sound on the stairs, he opened the door and found the black servant carrying a coal scuttle full of coals, claiming he was going to light his mistress’s fire. Since this explanation didn’t seem very likely, they checked the coals, and found a knife hidden among them, which he later admitted he intended to use to murder his mistress if she resisted his plan to rob her of a large sum of money he knew she had received that day.

The following case has been quoted in several medical works, at least in works written by learned doctors, and on that account I should not mention it here, but for the purpose of remarking on the extraordinary facility with which, while they do not question the fact, they dispose of the mystery:—

The following case has been referenced in various medical texts, particularly those authored by knowledgeable doctors. I wouldn't typically bring it up here, but I want to highlight the remarkable ease with which, while they accept the fact, they explain away the mystery:—

Mr. D⁠——, of Cumberland, when a youth, came to Edinburgh, for the purpose of attending college, and was placed under the care of his uncle and aunt, Major and Mrs. Griffiths, who then resided in the castle. When the fine weather came, the young man was in the habit of making frequent excursions with others of his own age and pursuits; and one afternoon he mentioned that they had formed a fishing-party, and had bespoken a boat for the ensuing day. No objections were made to this plan; but in the middle of the night, Mrs. Griffiths screamed out, “The boat is sinking!—oh, save them!” Her husband said he supposed she had been thinking of the fishing-party, but she declared she had never thought about it at all, and soon fell asleep again. But, ere long, she awoke a second time, crying out that she “saw the boat sinking!”—“It must have been the remains of the impression made by the other dream,” she suggested to her husband, “for I have no uneasiness whatever about the fishing-party.” But on going to sleep once more, her husband was again disturbed by her cries: “They are gone!” she said, “the boat has sunk!” She now really became alarmed, and, without waiting for morning, she threw on her dressing-gown, and went to Mr. D⁠——, who was still in bed, and whom with much difficulty she persuaded to relinquish his proposed excursion. He consequently sent his servant to Leith with an excuse, and the party embarked without him. The day was extremely fine when they put to sea, but some hours afterward a storm arose, in which the boat foundered—nor did any one of the number survive to tell the tale!

Mr. D——, from Cumberland, moved to Edinburgh as a young man to attend college and lived with his uncle and aunt, Major and Mrs. Griffiths, who were staying at the castle. When the weather turned nice, he often went out with friends his age. One afternoon, he mentioned they had planned a fishing trip and had booked a boat for the next day. No one objected to this plan, but in the middle of the night, Mrs. Griffiths suddenly screamed, “The boat is sinking!—oh, save them!” Her husband thought she was worried about the fishing trip, but she insisted she hadn’t thought about it at all and quickly fell back asleep. Soon, she woke up again, exclaiming that she “saw the boat sinking!” She suggested to her husband that it must be a leftover impression from her earlier dream, saying, “I’m not worried about the fishing party at all.” But when she fell asleep again, she cried out once more: “They are gone! The boat has sunk!” Now genuinely frightened, she got up without waiting for morning, put on her robe, and went to Mr. D——, who was still in bed. After much convincing, she got him to cancel the trip. He sent his servant to Leith with an excuse, and the group set off without him. It was a beautiful day when they took to the sea, but a few hours later, a storm hit, and the boat sank—none of the crew survived to tell the story!

“This dream is easily accounted for,” say the learned gentlemen above alluded to, “from the dread all women have of the water, and the danger that attends boating on the firth of Forth!” Now, I deny that all women have a dread of the water, and there is not the slightest reason for concluding that Mrs. Griffiths had. At all events, she affirms that she felt no uneasiness at all about the party, and one might take leave to think that her testimony upon that subject is of more value than that of persons who never had any acquaintance with her, and who were not so much as born at the time the circumstance occurred, which was in the year 1731. Besides, if Mrs. Griffiths’s dread arose simply from “the dread all women have of the water,” and that its subsequent verification was a mere coincidence, since women constantly risk their persons for voyages and boating excursions, such dreams should be extremely frequent—the fact of there being any accident impending or not, having, according to this theory, no relation whatever to the phenomenon. And as for the danger that attends boating on the firth of Forth, we must naturally suppose that, had it been considered so imminent, Major Griffiths would have at least endeavored to dissuade a youth that was placed under his protection from risking his life so imprudently. It would be equally reasonable to explain away Dr. W⁠——’s dream, by saying that all gentlemen who have to ride across commons are in great dread of encountering a bull—commons in general being infested by that animal!

“This dream can be easily explained,” say the educated gentlemen mentioned earlier, “by the fear all women have of water and the dangers associated with boating on the Firth of Forth!” I disagree that all women fear water, and there’s no reason to believe that Mrs. Griffiths did. In any case, she insists that she felt no concern about the trip, and one could argue her statement is more credible than that of people who never knew her and weren’t even born when the event happened, which was in 1731. Moreover, if Mrs. Griffiths’ fear was simply due to “the fear all women have of water,” and if any incidents that followed were just coincidences—since women often risk themselves for voyages and boating trips—then such dreams would be incredibly common. The presence or absence of an impending accident wouldn’t relate to this theory at all. And as for the dangers of boating on the Firth of Forth, we must assume that if it were truly that serious, Major Griffiths would have at least tried to dissuade a young man under his care from endangering his life so carelessly. It would also make sense to dismiss Dr. W——’s dream by suggesting that all men who have to ride across commons are terrified of running into a bull—since commons are typically filled with that animal!

Miss D⁠——, a friend of mine, was some time since invited to join a pic-nic excursion into the country. Two nights before the day fixed for the expedition, she dreamed that the carriage she was to go in was overturned down a precipice. Impressed with her dream, she declined the excursion, confessing her reason, and advising the rest of the party to relinquish their project. They laughed at her, and persisted in their scheme. When, subsequently, she went to inquire how they had spent the day, she found the ladies confined to their beds from injuries received, the carriage having been overturned down a precipice. Still, this was only a coincidence!

Miss D——, a friend of mine, was invited some time ago to join a picnic trip to the country. Two nights before the day set for the outing, she dreamed that the carriage she was supposed to ride in flipped over a cliff. Disturbed by her dream, she decided not to go, explained her reasons to the others, and urged them to cancel their plans. They laughed at her and went ahead with their trip anyway. Later, when she asked how the day went, she found the women all stuck in bed due to injuries from the carriage that had indeed overturned down a cliff. Still, it was just a coincidence!

Another specimen of the haste with which people are willing to dispose of what they do not understand, is afforded by a case that occurred not many years since in the north of Scotland, where a murder having been committed, a man came forward, saying that he had dreamed that the pack of the murdered pedlar was hidden in a certain spot; where, on a search being made, it was actually found. They at first concluded he was himself the assassin, but the real criminal was afterward discovered; and it being asserted (though I have been told erroneously) that the two men had passed some time together, since the murder, in a state of intoxication, it was decided that the crime and the place of concealment had been communicated to the pretended dreamer—and all who thought otherwise were laughed at; “for why,” say the rationalists, “should not Providence have so ordered the dream as to have prevented the murder altogether?”

Another example of how quickly people want to get rid of what they don't understand can be seen in a case that happened not long ago in northern Scotland. After a murder was committed, a man came forward claiming he had a dream that the murdered pedlar's pack was hidden in a specific spot. When they searched there, it was actually found. At first, they thought he was the murderer, but the real killer was later discovered. It was claimed (though I’ve been told incorrectly) that the two men had spent some time together after the murder while drunk, leading to the conclusion that the crime and the hiding place had been shared with the so-called dreamer. Anyone who believed differently was mocked; "Why," asked the rationalists, "wouldn't Providence have arranged the dream to prevent the murder entirely?"

Who can answer that question, and whither would such a discussion lead us? Moreover, if this faculty of presentiment be a natural one, though only imperfectly and capriciously developed, there may have been no design in the matter: it is an accident, just in the same sense as an illness is an accident; that is, not without cause, but without a cause that we can penetrate. If, on the other hand, we have recourse to the intervention of spiritual beings, it may be answered that we are entirely ignorant of the conditions under which any such communication is possible; and that we can not therefore come to any conclusions as to why so much is done, and no more.

Who can answer that question, and where would such a discussion take us? Additionally, if this ability to sense things beforehand is a natural one, even if it’s only partially and unpredictably developed, there may not have been any intention behind it: it’s a coincidence, just like an illness can be a coincidence; that is, it has reasons, but not reasons we can fully understand. On the other hand, if we consider the involvement of spiritual beings, we might conclude that we know nothing about the conditions under which any such communication is possible, and therefore we can’t come to any conclusions about why so much happens and not more.

But there is another circumstance to be observed in considering the case, which is, that the dreamer is said to have passed some days in a state of intoxication. Now, even supposing this had been true, it is well known that the excitement of the brain caused by intoxication has occasionally produced a very remarkable exaltation of certain faculties. It is by means of either intoxicating draughts or vapors that the soothsayers of Lapland and Siberia place themselves in a condition to vaticinate; and we have every reason to believe that drugs, producing similar effects, were resorted to by the thaumaturgists of old, and by the witches of later days, of which I shall have more to say hereafter. But, as a case in point, I may here allude to the phenomena exhibited in a late instance of the application of ether, by Professor Simpson, of Edinburgh, to a lady who was at the moment under circumstances not usually found very agreeable. She said that she was amusing herself delightfully by playing over a set of quadrilles which she had known in her youth, but had long forgotten them; but she now perfectly remembered them, and had played them over several times. Here was an instance of the exaltation of a faculty from intoxication, similar to that of the woman who, in her delirium, spoke a language which she had only heard in her childhood, and of which, in her normal state, she had no recollection.

But there’s another factor to consider in this case: the dreamer reportedly spent several days intoxicated. Even if that's true, it's well-known that brain excitement from intoxication can sometimes lead to a remarkable enhancement of certain abilities. It's through either intoxicating drinks or vapors that the soothsayers of Lapland and Siberia are able to predict the future; and we have plenty of reasons to believe that similar drugs were used by ancient magicians and later witches, which I'll discuss more further on. For example, I can mention a recent case where Professor Simpson from Edinburgh used ether on a woman who was in a rather unpleasant situation at the time. She said she was enjoying herself immensely while playing a set of quadrilles she had known in her youth but had long forgotten. Yet, she remembered them perfectly and played them multiple times. This is an example of how intoxication can enhance a faculty, similar to the case of a woman who, during her delirium, spoke a language she had only heard in childhood and couldn’t recall in her normal state.

That the inefficiency of the communication, or presentiment, or whatever it may be, is no argument against the fact of such dreams occurring, I can safely assert, from cases which have come under my own knowledge. A professional gentleman, whose name would be a warrant for the truth of whatever he relates, told me the following circumstance regarding himself. He was, not very long since, at the seaside with his family, and, among the rest, he had with him one of his sons, a boy about twelve years of age, who was in the habit of bathing daily, his father accompanying him to the water-side. This had continued during the whole of their visit, and no idea of danger or accident had ever occurred to anybody. On the day preceding the one appointed for their departure, Mr. H⁠——, the gentleman in question, felt himself after breakfast surprised by an unusual drowsiness, which, having vainly struggled to overcome, he at length fell asleep in his chair, and dreamed that he was attending his son to the bath as usual, when he suddenly saw the boy drowning, and that he himself had rushed into the water, dressed as he was, and brought him ashore. Though he was quite conscious of the dream when he awoke, he attached no importance to it; he considered it merely a dream—no more; and when, some hours afterward, the boy came into the room, and said, “Now, papa, it’s time to go—this will be my last bath”—his morning’s vision did not even recur to him. They walked down to the sea, as usual, and the boy went into the water, while the father stood composedly watching him from the beach, when suddenly the child lost his footing, a wave had caught him, and the danger of his being carried away was so imminent, that, without even waiting to take off his greatcoat, boots, or hat, Mr. H⁠—— rushed into the water, and was only just in time to save him.

That the communication inefficiency, or intuition, or whatever it is, doesn't negate the reality of such dreams happening, I can confidently say based on instances I've witnessed. A professional man, whose name would guarantee the truth of what he shares, told me the following story about himself. Not too long ago, he was at the seaside with his family, and among them was his son, a twelve-year-old boy who regularly bathed, with his father accompanying him to the water each time. This routine continued throughout their visit, and no one had ever considered the possibility of danger. The day before they were scheduled to leave, Mr. H——, the gentleman in question, unexpectedly felt extremely drowsy after breakfast. After struggling against it in vain, he finally fell asleep in his chair and dreamed that he was taking his son to the beach as usual when he suddenly saw his boy drowning. He imagined himself diving in fully clothed and bringing him back to safety. Though he remembered the dream upon waking, he thought nothing of it; he dismissed it as just a dream—nothing more. Later, when the boy entered the room and said, “Now, Dad, it’s time to go—this will be my last bath,” his morning vision didn't even cross his mind. They walked to the beach like always, and the boy waded into the water while his father calmly watched from the shore. Suddenly, the child lost his footing as a wave struck him, and the danger of being swept away was so serious that Mr. H——, without even taking off his coat, shoes, or hat, dashed into the water and barely managed to save him.

Here is a case of undoubted authenticity, which I take to be an instance of clear-seeing, or second-sight, in sleep. The spirit, with its intuitive faculty, saw what was impending; the sleeper remembered his dream, but the intellect did not accept the warning; and, whether that warning was merely a subjective process—the clear-seeing of the spirit—or whether it was effected by any external agency, the free-will of the person concerned was not interfered with.

Here’s a case of undeniable authenticity that I believe is an example of clear-seeing or second-sight during sleep. The spirit, using its intuitive ability, perceived what was about to happen; the sleeper recalled the dream, but their intellect didn't heed the warning. Whether that warning was just a subjective experience—the spirit's clear-seeing—or influenced by some external force, the individual's free will wasn’t compromised.

I quote the ensuing similar case from the “Frankfort Journal,” June 25, 1837: “A singular circumstance is said to be connected with the late attempt on the life of the archbishop of Autun. The two nights preceding the attack, the prelate dreamed that he saw a man who was making repeated efforts to take away his life, and he awoke in extreme terror and agitation from the exertions he had made to escape the danger. The features and appearance of the man were so clearly imprinted on his memory, that he recognised him the moment his eye fell upon him, which happened as he was coming out of church. The bishop hid his face, and called his attendants, but the man had fired before he could make known his apprehensions. Facts of this description are far from uncommon. It appears that the assassin had entertained designs against the lives of the bishops of Dijon, Burgos, and Nevers.”

I quote the following similar case from the “Frankfort Journal,” June 25, 1837: “A strange event is said to be linked to the recent attempt on the life of the archbishop of Autun. The two nights before the attack, the archbishop dreamt he saw a man trying repeatedly to kill him, causing him to wake up in extreme fear and agitation from his attempts to escape the threat. The man's features and appearance were so vividly etched in his memory that he recognized him the moment he laid eyes on him, which happened as he was leaving church. The bishop averted his face and called for his attendants, but the man had already fired before he could express his concerns. Incidents like this are not uncommon. It seems that the assassin also had plans against the lives of the bishops of Dijon, Burgos, and Nevers.”

The following case, which occurred a few years since in the north of England, and which I have from the best authority, is remarkable from the inexorable fatality which brought about the fulfilment of the dream: Mrs. K⁠——, a lady of family and fortune in Yorkshire, said to her son, one morning on descending to breakfast: “Henry, what are you going to do to-day?”

The following case, which happened a few years ago in northern England, and which I have from very reliable sources, is notable for the unavoidable fate that led to the realization of the dream: Mrs. K——, a woman of family and wealth in Yorkshire, said to her son one morning as she came down for breakfast, “Henry, what are you going to do today?”

“I am going to hunt,” replied the young man.

“I’m going to hunt,” replied the young man.

“I am very glad of it,” she answered. “I should not like you to go shooting, for I dreamed last night that you did so, and were shot.” The son answered, gayly, that he would take care not to be shot, and the hunting party rode away; but, in the middle of the day, they returned, not having found any sport. Mr. B⁠——, a visiter in the house, then proposed that they should go out with their guns and try to find some woodcocks. “I will go with you,” returned the young man, “but I must not shoot, to-day, myself; for my mother dreamed last night I was shot; and, although it is but a dream, she would be uneasy.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” she replied. “I wouldn’t want you to go hunting because I dreamed last night that you went and got shot.” The son responded cheerfully that he would make sure not to get shot, and the hunting party set off; however, they returned in the middle of the day without having found any game. Mr. B⁠——, a guest in the house, then suggested they should head out with their guns and try to find some woodcocks. “I’ll join you,” the young man said, “but I can’t shoot today because my mother dreamed last night that I was shot, and even though it’s just a dream, it would make her anxious.”

They went, Mr. B⁠—— with his gun, and Mr. K⁠—— without. But shortly afterward the beloved son was brought home dead: a charge from the gun of his companion had struck him in the eye, entered his brain, and killed him on the spot. Mr. B⁠——, the unfortunate cause of this accident and also the narrator of it, died but a few weeks since.

They went, Mr. B— with his gun, and Mr. K— without. But soon after, the beloved son was brought home dead: a shot from his companion's gun had hit him in the eye, entered his brain, and killed him instantly. Mr. B—, the unfortunate cause of this accident and also the one telling the story, passed away just a few weeks ago.

It is well known that the murder of Mr. Percival, by Bellingham, was seen in sleep by a gentleman at York, who actually went to London in consequence of his dream, which was several times repeated. He arrived too late to prevent the calamity; neither would he have been believed, had he arrived earlier.

It is widely recognized that Mr. Percival was murdered by Bellingham, and a man in York dreamt about it. He felt compelled to travel to London because of his recurring dream. Unfortunately, he got there too late to stop the tragedy; even if he had arrived sooner, nobody would have believed him.

In the year 1461, a merchant was travelling toward Rome by Sienna, when he dreamed that his throat was cut. He communicated his dream to the innkeeper, who did not like it, and advised him to pray and confess. He did so, and then rode forth, and was presently attacked by the priest he had confessed to, who had thus learned his apprehensions. He killed the merchant, but was betrayed, and disappointed of his gains, by the horse taking fright and running back to the inn with the money-bags.

In 1461, a merchant was traveling to Rome through Sienna when he had a dream that his throat was cut. He shared this dream with the innkeeper, who wasn’t pleased and suggested that he pray and confess. The merchant followed this advice and then set off on his journey, but soon he was attacked by the priest he had confessed to, who had learned of his fears. The priest killed the merchant, but he was betrayed and ended up losing his loot when the horse got startled and ran back to the inn with the bags of money.

I have related this story, though not a new one, on account of its singular resemblance to the following, which I take from a newspaper paragraph, but which I find mentioned as a fact in a continental publication:—

I’ve shared this story, even though it's not new, because it closely resembles the following one, which I found in a newspaper article but also noted as a fact in a European publication:—

Singular Verification of a Dream.—A letter from Hamburgh contains the following curious story relative to the verification of a dream. It appears that a locksmith’s apprentice, one morning lately, informed his master (Claude Soller) that on the previous night he dreamed that he had been assassinated on the road to Bergsdorff, a little town at about two hours’ distance from Hamburgh. The master laughed at the young man’s credulity, and, to prove that he himself had little faith in dreams, insisted upon sending him to Bergsdorff with one hundred and forty rix dollars, which he owed to his brother-in-law, who resided in the town. The apprentice, after in vain imploring his master to change his intention, was compelled to set out at about 11 o’clock. On arriving at the village of Billwaerder, about half-way between Hamburgh and Bergsdorff, he recollected his dream with terror; but perceiving the baillie of the village at a little distance, talking to some of his workmen, he accosted him, and acquainted him with his singular dream, at the same time requesting that, as he had money about his person, one of his workmen might be allowed to accompany him for protection across a small wood which lay in his way. The baillie smiled, and, in obedience to his orders, one of his men set out with the young apprentice. The next day, the corpse of the latter was conveyed by some peasants to the baillie, along with a reaping-hook which had been found by his side, and with which the throat of the murdered youth had been cut. The baillie immediately recognised the instrument as one which he had on the previous day given to the workman who had served as the apprentice’s guide, for the purpose of pruning some willows. The workman was apprehended, and, on being confronted with the body of his victim, made a full confession of his crime, adding that the recital of the dream had alone prompted him to commit the horrible act. The assassin, who is thirty-five years of age, is a native of Billwaerder, and, previously to the perpetration of the murder, had always borne an irreproachable character.”

Unique Confirmation of a Dream.—A letter from Hamburg shares a strange story about a dream coming true. A locksmith’s apprentice recently told his master, Claude Soller, that he dreamed he was murdered on the way to Bergsdorf, a small town about two hours from Hamburg. The master laughed at the young man's gullibility and, to show he didn’t believe in dreams, insisted the apprentice take 140 rix dollars to his brother-in-law in that town. Despite begging his master to reconsider, the apprentice had no choice but to leave around 11 o’clock. When he reached the village of Billwaerder, halfway to Bergsdorf, he recalled his dream in fear. He saw the village bailiff chatting with some workers and approached him to share his unusual dream, asking for one of the workers to accompany him for protection through a small woods ahead since he had money with him. The bailiff smiled and had one of his men go with the apprentice. The next day, some peasants brought the apprentice’s body to the bailiff, along with a reaping-hook that had been found next to him, which was used to slit the young man’s throat. The bailiff immediately recognized the tool as one he had given to the worker who guided the apprentice the day before for pruning willows. The worker was arrested, and when confronted with the body, confessed to the crime, admitting that hearing about the dream had driven him to commit the terrible act. The killer, thirty-five years old, is from Billwaerder and had always had a spotless reputation before this murder.

The life of the great Harvey was saved by the governor of Dover refusing to allow him to embark for the continent with his friends. The vessel was lost, with all on board; and the governor confessed to him, that he had detained him in consequence of an injunction he had received in a dream to do so.

The life of the great Harvey was saved when the governor of Dover wouldn’t let him leave for the continent with his friends. The ship sank, taking everyone on board with it; and the governor admitted to him that he had held him back because he received an instruction in a dream to do so.

There is a very curious circumstance related by Mr. Ward, in his “Illustrations of Human Life,” regarding the late Sir Evan Nepean, which I believe is perfectly authentic. I have at least been assured, by persons well acquainted with him, that he himself testified to its truth.

There’s a really interesting story shared by Mr. Ward in his “Illustrations of Human Life” about the late Sir Evan Nepean, which I believe is completely true. I’ve been told by people who knew him well that he confirmed its accuracy himself.

Being, at the time, secretary to the admiralty, he found himself one night unable to sleep, and urged by an undefinable feeling that he must rise, though it was then only two o’clock. He accordingly did so, and went into the park, and from that to the home office, which he entered by a private door, of which he had the key. He had no object in doing this; and, to pass the time, he took up a newspaper that was lying on the table, and there read a paragraph to the effect that a reprieve had been despatched to York, for the men condemned for coining.

Being the secretary to the admiralty at the time, he found himself unable to sleep one night, driven by an inexplicable urge to get up, even though it was only two o’clock. So, he did just that and went to the park, then made his way to the home office, which he entered through a private door for which he had the key. He had no particular reason for going there; to pass the time, he picked up a newspaper that was lying on the table and read a paragraph stating that a reprieve had been sent to York for the men sentenced for coining.

The question occurred to him, was it indeed despatched? He examined the books and found it was not; and it was only by the most energetic proceedings that the thing was carried through, and reached York in time to save the men.

The question popped into his mind, was it actually sent out? He looked over the books and realized it hadn’t been; and it was only through the most vigorous efforts that it got done and made it to York in time to save the men.

Is not this like the agency of a protecting spirit, urging Sir Evan to this discovery, in order that these men might be spared, or that those concerned might escape the remorse they would have suffered for their criminal neglect?

Isn't this similar to the influence of a guardian spirit, pushing Sir Evan toward this revelation, so that these men could be saved, or so that those involved could avoid the guilt they would have felt for their wrongdoing?

It is a remarkable fact, that somnambules of the highest order believe themselves attended by a protecting spirit. To those who do not believe, because they have never witnessed, the phenomena of somnambulism, or who look upon the disclosures of persons in that state as the mere raving of hallucination, this authority will necessarily have no weight; but even to such persons the universal coincidence must be considered worthy of observation, though it be regarded only as a symptom of disease. I believe I have remarked elsewhere, that many persons, who have not the least tendency to somnambulism or any proximate malady, have all their lives an intuitive feeling of such a guardianship; and, not to mention Socrates and the ancients, there are, besides, numerous recorded cases in modern times, in which persons, not somnambulic, have declared themselves to have seen and held communication with their spiritual protector.

It’s an interesting fact that high-level sleepwalkers believe they are accompanied by a protective spirit. For those who don’t believe because they’ve never seen the phenomena of sleepwalking, or who see the revelations from people in that state as mere hallucinations, this idea won’t have any impact; but even for those individuals, the commonality of this belief deserves attention, even if it’s only viewed as a sign of illness. I think I’ve pointed out elsewhere that many people who show no signs of sleepwalking or any related illness have a lifelong intuitive sense of this kind of protection; and besides examples like Socrates and others from ancient times, there are also many recorded cases in modern history where non-sleepwalkers claim to have seen and communicated with their spiritual guardian.

The case of the girl called Ludwiger, who, in her infancy, had lost her speech and the use of her limbs, and who was earnestly committed by her mother, when dying, to the care of her elder sisters, is known to many. These young women piously fulfilled their engagement till the wedding-day of one of them caused them to forget their charge. On recollecting it, at length, they hastened home, and found the girl, to their amazement, sitting up in her bed, and she told them that her mother had been there and given her food. She never spoke again, and soon after died. This circumstance occurred at Dessau, not many years since, and is, according to Schubert, a perfectly-established fact in that neighborhood. The girl at no other period of her life exhibited any similar phenomena, nor had she ever displayed any tendency to spectral illusions.

The story of the girl named Ludwiger, who lost her ability to speak and move as an infant, is well known to many. Her mother, on her deathbed, earnestly entrusted her care to her older sisters. These sisters faithfully honored their commitment until one of them got married, which caused them to neglect their responsibility. Eventually, they remembered and rushed home, only to find the girl, surprisingly, sitting up in her bed. She told them that her mother had visited and fed her. After that, she never spoke again and soon passed away. This incident happened in Dessau not long ago and is, according to Schubert, a well-established fact in that area. The girl did not show any similar behaviors at any other time in her life, nor did she ever demonstrate any signs of hallucinations.

The wife of a respectable citizen, named Arnold, at Heilbronn, held constant communications with her protecting spirit, who warned her of impending dangers, approaching visiters, and so forth. He was only once visible to her, and it was in the form of an old man; but his presence was felt by others as well as herself, and they were sensible that the air was stirred, as by a breath.

The wife of a respected citizen named Arnold in Heilbronn regularly communicated with her guardian spirit, who warned her about upcoming dangers, visitors, and more. He only appeared to her once, taking the form of an old man, but his presence was felt by others too, and they could sense the air shifting as if stirred by a breath.

Jung Stilling publishes a similar account, which was bequeathed to him by a very worthy and pious minister of the church. The subject of the guardianship was his own wife, and the spirit first appeared to her after her marriage, in the year 1799, as a child, attired in a white robe, while she was busy in her bed-chamber. She stretched out her hand to take hold of the figure, but it disappeared. It frequently visited her afterward, and in answer to her inquiries it said, “I died in my childhood!” It came to her at all hours, whether alone or in company, and not only at home, but elsewhere, and even when travelling, assisting her when in danger; it sometimes floated in the air, spake to her in its own language, which somehow, she says, she understood, and could speak, too; and it was once seen by another person. He bade her call him Immanuel. She earnestly begged him to show himself to her husband, but he alleged that it would make him ill, and cause his death. On asking him wherefore, he answered, “Few persons are able to see such things.”

Jung Stilling shares a similar story, which was passed down to him by a very respectable and devout minister of the church. The guardian spirit was actually his own wife, and it first appeared to her after they got married, in the year 1799, as a child dressed in a white robe, while she was in her bedroom. She reached out to touch the figure, but it vanished. It visited her often afterward, and when she asked it questions, it replied, “I died in my childhood!” It came to her at all hours, whether she was alone or with others, not just at home but also away, even while traveling, helping her in moments of danger; it sometimes floated in the air, spoke to her in its own language, which she said she understood and could speak too; and it was once seen by someone else. The spirit told her to call him Imanuel. She really wanted him to show himself to her husband, but he claimed it would make him sick and could lead to his death. When she asked him why, he replied, “Few people can see such things.”

Her two children, one six years old, and the other younger, saw this figure as well as herself.

Her two kids, one six years old and the other younger, saw this figure along with her.

Schubert, in his “Geschichte der Seele,” relates that the ecclesiastical councillor Schwartz, of Heidelberg, when about twelve years of age, and at a time that he was learning the Greek language, but knew very little about it, dreamed that his grandmother, a very pious woman, to whom he had been much attached, appeared to him, and unfolded a parchment inscribed with Greek characters which foretold the fortunes of his future life. He read it off with as much facility as if it had been in German, but being dissatisfied with some particulars of the prediction, he begged they might be changed. His grandmother answered him in Greek, whereupon he awoke, remembering the dream, but, in spite of all the efforts to arrest them, he was unable to recall the particulars the parchment had contained. The answer of his grandmother, however, he was able to grasp before it had fled his memory, and he wrote down the words; but the meaning of them he could not discover without the assistance of his grammar and lexicon. Being interpreted, they proved to be these: “As it is prophesied to me, so I prophesy to thee!” He had written the words in a volume of Gessner’s works, being the first thing he laid his hand on; and he often philosophized on them in later days, when they chanced to meet his eye. How, he says, should he have been able to read and produce that in his sleep, which, in his waking state, he would have been quite incapable of? “Even long after, when I left school,” he adds, “I could scarcely have put together such a sentence; and it is extremely remarkable that the feminine form was observed in conformity with the sex of the speaker.” The words were these: αῦτα Χρησμ῾ωδηθεισα Χρησμωδὲω σοι.

Schubert, in his “History of the Soul,” tells the story of the church councilor Schwartz from Heidelberg. When he was about twelve years old and just starting to learn Greek, he had a dream about his grandmother, a deeply religious woman he was very close to. In the dream, she appeared and revealed a parchment covered in Greek letters that foretold his future. He read it as easily as if it had been in German, but he was unhappy with some details of the prediction and asked for changes. His grandmother replied in Greek, and then he woke up, remembering the dream, but despite his best efforts, he couldn’t recall the details of the parchment. However, he managed to remember his grandmother's reply before it slipped from his mind, so he wrote down what she said. Still, he couldn’t understand its meaning without his grammar book and dictionary. Once translated, the words turned out to be: “As it is prophesied to me, so I prophesy to you!” He recorded the words in a volume of Gessner’s works, which was the first thing he could find, and he often reflected on them later whenever he came across them. He wondered how he could read and produce something in his sleep that he couldn’t have done while awake. “Even long after, when I left school,” he noted, “I could barely have put together such a sentence; and it's quite remarkable that the feminine form was used in line with the speaker's gender.” The words were: αῦτα Χρησμ῾ωδηθεισα Χρησμωδὲω σοι.

Grotius relates, that when Mr. de Saumaise was councillor of the parliament at Dijon, a person, who knew not a word of Greek, brought him a paper on which was written some words in that language, but not in the character. He said that a voice had uttered them to him in the night, and that he had written them down, imitating the sound as well as he could. Mons de Saumaise made out that the signification of the words was, “Begone! do you not see that death impends?” Without comprehending what danger was predicted, the person obeyed the mandate and departed. On that night the house that he had been lodging in fell to the ground.

Grotius recounts that when Mr. de Saumaise was a councillor of the parliament in Dijon, someone who didn’t know any Greek brought him a piece of paper with some words written in that language, but not in its usual script. The person claimed that a voice had spoken the words to him during the night, and he wrote them down, trying to mimic the sound as best as he could. Mr. de Saumaise realized that the meaning of the words was, “Go away! Can’t you see that death is coming?” Without understanding what danger was being warned about, the person followed the command and left. That night, the building where he had been staying collapsed.

The difficulty in these two cases is equally great, apply to it whatever explanation we may; for even if the admonitions proceeded from some friendly guardian, as we might be inclined to conclude, it is not easy to conceive why they should have been communicated in a language the persons did not understand.

The difficulty in these two cases is just as significant, no matter what explanation we try to give; because even if the warnings came from some caring protector, as we might think, it's hard to understand why they would have been shared in a language that the people didn't comprehend.

After the death of Dante, it was discovered that the thirteenth canto of the “Paradiso” was missing; great search was made for it, but in vain; and to the regret of everybody concerned, it was at length concluded that it had either never been written, or had been destroyed. The quest was therefore given up, and some months had elapsed, when Pietro Allighieri, his son, dreamed that his father had appeared to him and told him that if he removed a certain panel near the window of the room in which he had been accustomed to write, the thirteenth canto would be found. Pietro told his dream, and was laughed at, of course; however, as the canto did not turn up, it was thought as well to examine the spot indicated in the dream. The panel was removed, and there lay the missing canto behind it; much mildewed, but, fortunately, still legible.

After Dante died, people found out that the thirteenth canto of the “Paradiso” was missing. A big search was conducted for it, but it was all in vain. Everyone involved was disappointed, and it was eventually concluded that it had either never been written or had been destroyed. The search was then abandoned, and a few months went by when Pietro Allighieri, his son, had a dream where his father appeared to him and said that if he took off a certain panel near the window of the room where he used to write, the thirteenth canto would be found. Pietro shared his dream, and, of course, people laughed at him. However, since the canto still hadn’t turned up, they decided it was worth checking the spot mentioned in the dream. The panel was removed, and there lay the missing canto behind it; it was quite moldy, but luckily still readable.

If it be true that the dead do return sometimes to solve our perplexities, here was not an unworthy occasion for the exercise of such a power. We can imagine the spirit of the great poet still clinging to the memory of his august work, immortal as himself—the record of those high thoughts which can never die.

If it's true that the dead sometimes come back to help us with our struggles, this was definitely a worthy moment for that kind of ability. We can picture the spirit of the great poet still holding on to the memory of his magnificent work, as immortal as he is—the record of those profound ideas that can never fade away.

There are numerous curious accounts extant of persons being awakened by the calling of a voice which announced some impending danger to them. Three boys are sleeping in the wing of a castle, and the eldest is awakened by what appears to him to be the voice of his father calling him by name. He rises and hastens to his parent’s chamber, situated in another part of the building, where he finds his father asleep, who, on being awakened, assures him that he had not called him, and the boy returns to bed. But he is scarcely asleep, before the circumstance recurs, and he goes again to his father with the same result. A third time he falls asleep, and a third time he is aroused by the voice, too distinctly heard for him to doubt his senses; and now, alarmed at he knows not what, he rises and takes his brothers with him to his father’s chamber; and while they are discussing the singularity of the circumstance, a crash is heard, and that wing of the castle in which the boys slept falls to the ground. This incident excited so much attention in Germany that it was recorded in a ballad.

There are many interesting stories about people being woken up by a voice warning them of some danger. Three boys are sleeping in a wing of a castle when the oldest one hears what he thinks is his father's voice calling him by name. He gets up and rushes to his dad's room, which is in another part of the building, only to find his father asleep. When he wakes his dad, his father assures him he didn't call him, so the boy goes back to bed. But he barely falls asleep before the voice calls him again, and he goes to his father, getting the same response. After falling asleep a third time, he is once again awakened by the voice—so clear that he can’t doubt his senses. Now worried for reasons he can't explain, he gets his brothers and heads to their father's room. As they discuss the strange situation, a loud crash is heard, and the wing of the castle where the boys were sleeping collapses. This incident gained so much attention in Germany that it was turned into a ballad.

It is related by Amyraldus, that Monsieur Calignan, chancellor of Navarre, dreamed three successive times in one night, at Berne, that a voice called to him and bade him quit the place, as the plague would soon break out in that town; that, in consequence, he removed his family, and the result justified his flight.

It’s told by Amyraldus that Monsieur Calignan, the chancellor of Navarre, had the same dream three times in one night while in Berne. In his dream, a voice told him to leave because the plague would soon erupt in the town. As a result, he moved his family, and his decision proved to be the right one.

A German physician relates, that a patient of his told him, that he dreamed repeatedly, one night, that a voice bade him go to his hop-garden, as there were thieves there. He resisted the injunction some time, till at length he was told that if he delayed any longer he would lose all his produce. Thus urged, he went at last, and arrived just in time to see the thieves, loaded with sacks, making away from the opposite side of the hop-ground.

A German doctor shares that one of his patients told him he dreamed repeatedly one night that a voice urged him to go to his hop garden because there were thieves there. He hesitated for a while, but finally, he was warned that if he didn’t act soon, he would lose all his crop. Motivated by this, he eventually went and arrived just in time to see the thieves, loaded with sacks, leaving from the other side of the hop field.

A Madame Von Militz found herself under the necessity of parting with a property which had long been in her family. When the bargain was concluded, and she was preparing to remove, she solicited permission of the new proprietor to carry away with her some little relic as a memento of former days—a request which he uncivilly denied. On one of the nights that preceded her departure from the home of her ancestors, she dreamed that a voice spoke to her, and bade her go to the cellar and open a certain part of the wall, where she would find something that nobody would dispute with her. Impressed with her dream, she sent for a bricklayer, who, after long seeking, discovered a place which appeared less solid than the rest. A hole was made, and in a niche was found a goblet, which contained something that looked like a pot pourri. On shaking out the contents, there lay at the bottom a small ring, on which was engraven the name Anna Von Militz.

A Madame Von Militz found she needed to sell a property that had been in her family for a long time. Once the deal was finalized and she was getting ready to move, she asked the new owner if she could take a small keepsake as a reminder of the past—a request he rudely declined. One night, just before she left her ancestral home, she had a dream where a voice told her to go to the cellar and open a specific part of the wall, where she would find something nobody could contest. Inspired by her dream, she called for a bricklayer, who, after some searching, found a spot that seemed less sturdy than the others. A hole was opened, and in a niche, they discovered a goblet filled with something that looked like potpourri. When she shook out the contents, a small ring fell to the bottom, engraved with the name Anna Von Militz.

A friend of mine, Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, has some coins that were found exactly in the same manner. The child of a Mr. Christison, in whose house his father was lodging, in the year 1781, dreamed that there was a treasure hid in the cellar. Her father had no faith in the dream; but Mr. Sharpe had the curiosity to have the place dug up, and a copper pot was found, full of coins.

A friend of mine, Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, has some coins that were discovered in exactly the same way. The child of a Mr. Christison, in whose house his father was staying, dreamed in 1781 that there was treasure hidden in the cellar. Her father didn’t believe in the dream; however, Mr. Sharpe was curious enough to have the place dug up, and a copper pot full of coins was found.

A very singular circumstance was related to me by Mr. J⁠——, as having occurred not long since to himself. A tonic had been prescribed to him by his physician, for some slight derangement of the system, and as there was no good chemist in the village he inhabited, he was in the habit of walking to a town about five miles off, to get the bottle filled as occasion required. One night, that he had been to M⁠—— for this purpose, and had obtained his last supply, for he was now recovered, and about to discontinue the medicine, a voice seemed to warn him that some great danger was impending, his life was in jeopardy; then he heard, but not with his outward ear, a beautiful prayer. “It was not myself that prayed,” he said, “the prayer was far beyond anything I am capable of composing—it spoke of me in the third person, always as he; and supplicated that for the sake of my widowed mother this calamity might be averted. My father had been dead some months. I was sensible of all this, yet I can not say whether I was asleep or awake. When I rose in the morning, the whole was present to my mind, although I had slept soundly in the interval; I felt, however, as if there was some mitigation of the calamity, though what the danger was with which I was threatened, I had no notion. When I was dressed, I prepared to take my medicine, but on lifting the bottle, I fancied that the color was not the same as usual. I looked again, and hesitated, and finally, instead of taking two tablespoonfuls, which was my accustomed dose, I took but one. Fortunate it was that I did so; the apothecary had made a mistake; the drug was poison; I was seized with a violent vomiting, and other alarming symptoms, from which I was with difficulty recovered. Had I taken the two spoonfuls, I should, probably, not have survived to tell the tale.”

A very unusual event was shared with me by Mr. J——, who said it happened to him not too long ago. His doctor had prescribed a tonic for some minor health issue, and since there wasn't a good pharmacist in his village, he usually walked to a town about five miles away to refill his bottle as needed. One night, after going to M—— for this purpose and getting his last supply—since he was now better and about to stop the medicine—a voice seemed to warn him of some great danger, that his life was at risk. Then he heard, though not with his outer ear, a beautiful prayer. “It wasn’t me that prayed,” he said, “the prayer was beyond anything I could write—it referred to me in the third person, always as he; and pleaded that for my widowed mother, this disaster might be averted. My father had passed away a few months earlier. I was aware of all this, but I can’t say if I was asleep or awake. When I woke up in the morning, everything was clear in my mind, even though I had slept soundly in between; I felt, however, as if there was some easing of the crisis, though I had no idea what the danger was that threatened me. Once I was dressed, I got ready to take my medicine, but when I lifted the bottle, I thought the color looked different than usual. I looked again, hesitated, and ultimately, instead of taking the two tablespoons I usually did, I only took one. It turned out to be fortunate that I did; the pharmacist had made a mistake—the drug was poison. I was hit with violent vomiting and other alarming symptoms, from which I barely recovered. If I had taken the two spoonfuls, I likely wouldn’t have survived to tell the story.”

The manner in which I happened to obtain these particulars is not uninteresting. I was spending the evening with Mr. Wordsworth, at Ridal, when he mentioned to me that a stranger, who had called on him that morning, had quoted two lines from his poem of “Laodamia,” which, he said, to him had a peculiar interest. They were these:—

The way I came by this information is actually quite interesting. I was spending the evening with Mr. Wordsworth at Ridal when he mentioned that a stranger had visited him that morning and quoted two lines from his poem "Laodamia," which he said held special significance for him. They were these:—

“The invisible world with thee hath sympathized;

“The invisible world has empathized with you;

Be thy affections raised and solemnized.”

"Let your feelings be elevated and made serious."

“I do not know what he alludes to,” said Mr. Wordsworth; “but he gave me to understand that these lines had a deep meaning for him, and that he had himself been the subject of such a sympathy.”

“I don’t know what he means,” said Mr. Wordsworth; “but he made it clear that these lines had a deep significance for him, and that he himself had experienced that kind of sympathy.”

Upon this, I sought the stranger, whose address the poet gave me, and thus learned the above particulars from himself. His very natural persuasion was, that the interceding spirit was his father. He described the prayer as one of earnest anguish.

Upon this, I looked for the stranger, whose address the poet gave me, and learned the details above directly from him. He genuinely believed that the spirit asking for help was his father. He described the prayer as one of deep anguish.

One of the most remarkable instances of warning that has come to my knowledge, is that of Mr. M⁠——, of Kingsborough. This gentleman, being on a voyage to America, dreamed, one night, that a little old man came into his cabin and said, “Get up! Your life is in danger!” Upon which, Mr. M⁠—— awoke; but considering it to be only a dream, he soon composed himself to sleep again. The dream, however, if such it were, recurred, and the old man urged him still more strongly to get up directly; but he still persuaded himself it was only a dream; and after listening a few minutes, and hearing nothing to alarm him, he turned round and addressed himself once more to sleep. But now the old man appeared again, and angrily bade him rise instantly, and take his gun and ammunition with him, for he had not a moment to lose. The injunction was now so distinct that Mr. M⁠—— felt he could no longer resist it; so he hastily dressed himself, took his gun, and ascended to the deck, where he had scarcely arrived, when the ship struck on a rock, which he and several others contrived to reach. The place, however, was uninhabited, and but for his gun, they would never have been able to provide themselves with food till a vessel arrived to their relief.

One of the most remarkable warning stories I've come across is about Mr. M⁠—— from Kingsborough. This guy was on a trip to America when he dreamed one night that a little old man came into his cabin and said, “Get up! Your life is in danger!” Mr. M⁠—— woke up, but thinking it was just a dream, he quickly settled back to sleep. However, the dream, if that's what it was, happened again, and the old man urged him even more insistently to get up right away. Still, Mr. M⁠—— convinced himself it was just a dream, and after listening for a few minutes and hearing nothing alarming, he turned over and tried to sleep again. But this time, the old man appeared again and angrily told him to get up immediately and take his gun and ammunition with him because he didn't have a moment to waste. The old man's command was so clear that Mr. M⁠—— felt he couldn't ignore it anymore, so he quickly got dressed, grabbed his gun, and went up to the deck, where he had barely arrived when the ship hit a rock. He and several others managed to make it to safety. The place was deserted, and without his gun, they would never have been able to find food until a ship came to rescue them.

Now these can scarcely be looked upon as instances of clear-seeing, or of second-sight in sleep, which, in Denmark, is called first-seeing, I believe; for in neither case did the sleeper perceive the danger, much less the nature of it. If, therefore, we refuse to attribute them to some external protecting influence, they resolve themselves into cases of vague presentiment; but it must then be admitted that the mode of the manifestation is very extraordinary; so extraordinary, indeed, that we fall into fully as great a difficulty as that offered by the supposition of a guardian spirit.

Now, these can hardly be seen as examples of clear vision or having a sixth sense in sleep, which, in Denmark, I think is called first impression; because in neither situation did the sleeper recognize the danger, let alone understand what it was. So, if we choose not to attribute these to some kind of external protective force, they turn out to be cases of vague intuition. However, we must acknowledge that the way this intuition manifests is quite unusual; so unusual, in fact, that we face just as much difficulty as we would with the idea of a guardian spirit.

An American clergyman told me that an old woman, with whom he was acquainted, who had two sons, heard a voice say to her in the night, “John’s dead!” This was her eldest son. Shortly afterward, the news of his death arriving, she said to the person who communicated the intelligence to her, “If John’s dead, then I know that David is dead, too, for the same voice has since told me so;” and the event proved that the information, whence ever it came, was correct.

An American pastor shared a story about an old woman he knew who had two sons. One night, she heard a voice say, “John’s dead!” This was her oldest son. Shortly after that, when the news of his death reached her, she told the person who brought her the news, “If John’s dead, then I know David is dead too, because the same voice told me that as well;” and it turned out that the information, no matter where it came from, was accurate.

Not many years since, Captain S⁠—— was passing a night at the Manse of Strachur, in Argyleshire, then occupied by a relation of his own; shortly after he retired, the bed-curtains were opened, and somebody looked in upon him. Supposing it to be some inmate of the house, who was not aware that the bed was occupied, he took no notice of the circumstance, till it being two or three times repeated, he at length said, “What do you want? Why do you disturb me in this manner?”

Not long ago, Captain S⁠—— spent the night at the Manse of Strachur in Argyleshire, which was occupied by a relative of his. Shortly after he went to bed, the curtains were drawn back, and someone peered in at him. Assuming it was someone from the house who didn't realize the bed was occupied, he ignored it until it happened two or three more times. Finally, he said, “What do you want? Why are you disturbing me like this?”

“I come,” replied a voice, “to tell you, that this day twelvemonth you will be with your father!”

“I’m here,” replied a voice, “to tell you that a year from today, you’ll be with your father!”

After this, Captain S⁠—— was no more disturbed. In the morning, he related the circumstance to his host, though, being an entire disbeliever in all such phenomena, without attaching any importance to the warning.

After this, Captain S⁠—— was no longer bothered. In the morning, he told his host about what happened, but since he completely disbelieved in all these kinds of things, he didn't think the warning was significant.

In the natural course of events, and quite irrespective of this visitation, on that day twelvemonth he was again at the Manse of Strachur, on his way to the north, for which purpose it was necessary that he should cross the ferry to Craigie. The day was, however, so exceedingly stormy, that his friend begged him not to go; but he pleaded his business, adding that he was determined not to be withheld from his intention by the ghost, and, although the minister delayed his departure, by engaging him in a game of backgammon, he at length started up, declaring he could stay no longer. They, therefore, proceeded to the water, but they found the boat moored to the side of the lake, and the boatman assured them that it would be impossible to cross. Captain S⁠——, however, insisted, and, as the old man was firm in his refusal, he became somewhat irritated, and laid his cane lightly across his shoulders.

On that day a year later, he was back at the Manse of Strachur, heading north, which meant he needed to take the ferry to Craigie. However, the weather was extremely stormy, and his friend urged him not to go. He insisted he had to handle his business, adding that he wouldn’t let the ghost stop him. Even though the minister tried to delay his departure by getting him to play a game of backgammon, he eventually declared that he couldn’t stay any longer. So, they headed to the water, but they found the boat tied up at the edge of the lake, and the boatman told them it would be impossible to cross. Captain S⁠—— was adamant, and when the old man continued to refuse, he became a bit irritated and lightly tapped his cane across the old man’s shoulders.

“It ill becomes you, sir,” said the ferryman, “to strike an old man like me; but, since you will have your way, you must; I can not go with you, but my son will; but you will never reach the other side; he will be drowned, and you too.”

“It doesn’t suit you, sir,” said the ferryman, “to hit an old man like me; but if you insist, you must do what you want. I can’t go with you, but my son will; however, you’ll never make it to the other side; he’ll drown, and so will you.”

The boat was then set afloat, and Captain S⁠——, together with his horse and servant, and the ferryman’s son, embarked in it.

The boat was then launched, and Captain S⁠——, along with his horse, servant, and the ferryman’s son, got on board.

The distance was not great, but the storm was tremendous; and, after having with great difficulty got half way across the lake, it was found impossible to proceed. The danger of tacking was, of course, considerable; but, since they could not advance, there was no alternative but to turn back, and it was resolved to attempt it. The manœuvre, however, failed; the boat capsized, and they were all precipitated into the water.

The distance wasn’t far, but the storm was intense; and after struggling to get halfway across the lake, they found it impossible to continue. The risk of tacking was, of course, significant; but since they couldn’t move forward, they had no choice but to turn back, and they decided to try. However, the maneuver failed; the boat overturned, and they all fell into the water.

“You keep hold of the horse—I can swim,” said Captain S⁠—— to his servant, when he saw what was about to happen.

“You hold onto the horse—I can swim,” said Captain S⁠—— to his servant when he saw what was about to happen.

Being an excellent swimmer, and the distance from the shore inconsiderable, he hoped to save himself, but he had on a heavy top-coat, with boots and spurs. The coat he contrived to take off in the water, and then struck out with confidence; but, alas! the coat had got entangled with one of the spurs, and, as he swam, it clung to him, getting heavier and heavier as it became saturated with water, ever dragging him beneath the stream. He, however, reached the shore, where his anxious friend still stood watching the event; and, as the latter bent over him, he was just able to make a gesture with his hand, which seemed to say, “You see, it was to be!” and then expired.

Being a great swimmer and not too far from the shore, he hoped to save himself, but he was wearing a heavy overcoat, boots, and spurs. He managed to take off the coat in the water and then swam with confidence; but, unfortunately, the coat got tangled with one of the spurs, and as he swam, it stuck to him, getting heavier and heavier as it soaked up water, continually dragging him down. However, he reached the shore, where his worried friend was still watching the situation; and as the friend leaned over him, he could just make a gesture with his hand that seemed to say, “You see, it was meant to be!” and then he passed away.

The boatman was also drowned; but, by the aid of the horse, the servant escaped.

The boatman also drowned; however, the servant managed to escape with the help of the horse.

As I do not wish to startle my readers, nor draw too suddenly on their faith, I have commenced with this class of phenomena, which it must be admitted are sufficiently strange, and, if true, must also be admitted to be well worthy of attention. No doubt these cases, and still more those to which I shall next proceed, give a painful shock to the received notions of polished and educated society in general—especially in this country, where the analytical or scientifical psychology of the eighteenth century has almost superseded the study of synthetic or philosophical psychology. It has become a custom to look at all the phenomena regarding man in a purely physiological point of view; for although it is admitted that he has a mind, and although there is such a science as metaphysics, the existence of what we call mind is never considered but as connected with the body. We know that body can exist without mind; for, not to speak of certain living conditions, the body subsists without mind when the spirit has fled; albeit, without the living principle it can subsist but for a short period, except under particular circumstances; but we seem to have forgotten that mind, though dependent upon body as long as the connection between them continues, can yet subsist without it. There have indeed been philosophers, purely materialistic, who have denied this, but they are not many; and not only the whole Christian world, but all who believe in a future state, must perforce admit it; for even those who hold that most unsatisfactory doctrine that there will be neither memory nor consciousness till a second incorporation takes place, will not deny that the mind, however in a state of abeyance and unable to manifest itself, must still subsist as an inherent property of man’s immortal part. Even if, as some philosophers believe, the spirit, when freed from the body by death, returns to the Deity and is reabsorbed in the being of God, not to become again a separate entity until reincorporated, still what we call mind can not be disunited from it. And when once we have begun to conceive of mind, and consequently of perception, as separated from and independent of bodily organs, it will not be very difficult to apprehend that those bodily organs must circumscribe and limit the view of the spiritual in-dweller, which must otherwise be necessarily perceptive of spirit like itself, though perhaps unperceptive of material objects and obstructions.

As I don’t want to shock my readers or push their beliefs too quickly, I’ve started with this type of phenomenon, which is undeniably strange and, if true, definitely deserves attention. These cases, along with the next ones I will discuss, certainly challenge the established ideas of refined and educated society in general—especially here, where the analytical or scientific psychology of the eighteenth century has largely replaced the study of synthetic or philosophical psychology. It has become common to view all aspects of humanity purely from a physiological standpoint; even though it's acknowledged that we have minds and that metaphysics exists, the concept of what we call mind is typically only considered in relation to the body. We know that the body can exist without the mind; for instance, aside from certain living conditions, the body can survive without the mind once the spirit has departed; although, without the life force, it can only last for a short time unless specific conditions apply. Still, we seem to have forgotten that the mind, while dependent on the body as long as they are connected, can exist independently of it. There have indeed been strictly materialistic philosophers who deny this, but they are few; and not only the entire Christian world but also everyone who believes in an afterlife must accept it; for even those who subscribe to the rather unsatisfactory belief that there will be no memory or consciousness until a second embodiment occurs won’t deny that the mind, even if dormant and unable to express itself, must persist as an intrinsic aspect of man's eternal nature. Even if, as some philosophers suggest, the spirit, when released from the body through death, returns to the Deity and is absorbed back into God’s essence, only to become a separate entity again when reincarnated, the mind cannot be separated from it. Once we begin to think of the mind, and consequently perception, as distinct from and independent of bodily organs, it becomes easier to understand that those organs must limit and define the perspective of the spiritual presence, which otherwise would inherently perceive spirit like itself, though perhaps might not perceive material things and barriers.

“It is perfectly evident to me,” said Socrates, in his last moments, “that, to see clearly, we must detach ourselves from the body, and perceive by the soul alone. Not while we live, but when we die, will that wisdom which we desire and love be first revealed to us; it must be then, or never, that we shall attain to true understanding and knowledge, since by means of the body we never can. But if, during life, we would make the nearest approaches possible to its possession, it must be by divorcing ourselves as much as in us lies from the flesh and its nature.” In their spiritual views and apprehension of the nature of man, how these old heathens shame us!

“It’s completely clear to me,” said Socrates in his final moments, “that to see things clearly, we need to separate ourselves from the body and understand with just the soul. It’s not while we’re alive, but when we die that the wisdom we seek and cherish will finally be revealed to us; it has to be then, or never, that we’ll reach true understanding and knowledge, since we can never achieve that through the body. But if we want to get as close as possible to it during our lives, we must try to detach ourselves from the flesh and its nature as much as we can.” In their spiritual views and understanding of human nature, how these ancient pagans put us to shame!

The Scriptures teach us that God chose to reveal himself to his people chiefly in dreams, and we are entitled to conclude that the reason of this was, that the spirit was then more free to the reception of spiritual influences and impressions; and the class of dreams to which I next proceed seem to be best explained by this hypothesis. It is also to be remarked that the awe or fear which pervades a mortal at the mere conception of being brought into relation with a spirit, has no place in sleep, whether natural or magnetic. There is no fear then, no surprise; we seem to meet on an equality—is it not that we meet spirit to spirit? Is it not that our spirit being then released from the trammels—the dark chamber of the flesh—it does enjoy a temporary equality? Is not that true, that some German psychologist has said—“The magnetic man is a spirit!

The Scriptures tell us that God chose to reveal Himself to His people primarily through dreams, and we can infer that this was because the spirit was more open to receiving spiritual influences and impressions at that time. The type of dreams I’ll discuss next seems to fit this idea best. It’s also worth noting that the awe or fear a person feels when thinking about connecting with a spirit doesn’t exist during sleep, whether it’s natural or induced. In that state, there’s no fear, no shock; we appear to meet as equals—aren’t we connecting spirit to spirit? Isn’t it true that when our spirit is freed from the constraints—the dark confines of the body—it experiences a sort of temporary equality? Isn’t it accurate that a certain German psychologist remarked, “The magnetic man is a spirit!”?

There are numerous instances to be met with of persons receiving information in their sleep, which either is, or seems to be, communicated by their departed friends. The approach of danger, the period of the sleeper’s death, or of that of some persons beloved, has been frequently made known in this form of dream.

There are many cases where people receive information in their sleep, which either is or appears to be communicated by their deceased friends. Warnings about danger, the time of the sleeper’s death, or that of loved ones have often been revealed in this type of dream.

Dr. Binns quotes, from Cardanus, the case of Johannes Maria Maurosenus, a Venetian senator, who, while governor of Dalmatia, saw in a dream one of his brothers, to whom he was much attached: the brother embraced him and bade him farewell, because he was going into the other world. Maurosenus having followed him a long way weeping, awoke in tears, and expressed much anxiety respecting this brother. Shortly afterward he received tidings from Venice that this Domatus, of whom he had dreamed, had died on the night and at the hour of the dream, of a pestilential fever, which had carried him off in three days.

Dr. Binns quotes Cardanus, sharing the story of Johannes Maria Maurosenus, a Venetian senator. While he was governor of Dalmatia, he had a dream about one of his brothers, whom he was very close to. In the dream, his brother hugged him and said goodbye because he was going to the other world. Maurosenus followed him for a long distance, crying, and woke up in tears, feeling very worried about his brother. Shortly after, he received news from Venice that this Domatus, the brother he had dreamed about, had died that same night and at the same hour of the dream, from a deadly fever that took him in three days.

On the night of the 21st of June, in the year 1813, a lady, residing in the north of England, dreamed that her brother, who was then with his regiment in Spain, appeared to her, saying, “Mary, I die this day at Vittoria!”

On the night of June 21, 1813, a woman living in northern England had a dream that her brother, who was with his regiment in Spain, appeared to her and said, “Mary, I die today at Vittoria!”

Vittoria was a town which, previous to the famous battle, was not generally known even by name in this country, and this dreamer, among others, had never heard of it; but, on rising, she eagerly resorted to a gazetteer for the purpose of ascertaining if such a place existed. On finding that it was so, she immediately ordered her horses, and drove to the house of a sister, some eight or nine miles off, and her first words on entering the room were, “Have you heard anything of John?”—“No,” replied the second sister, “but I know he is dead! He appeared to me last night, in a dream, and told me that he was killed at Vittoria. I have been looking into the gazetteer and the atlas, and I find there is such a place, and I am sure that he is dead!” And so it proved: the young man died that day at Vittoria, and, I believe, on the field of battle. If so, it is worthy of observation that the communication was not made till the sisters slept.

Vittoria was a town that, before the famous battle, was hardly known by name in this country, and this dreamer, like many others, had never heard of it; but upon waking, she eagerly grabbed a gazetteer to check if such a place actually existed. Once she confirmed it did, she immediately called for her horses and drove to her sister’s house, about eight or nine miles away. As soon as she entered the room, her first words were, “Have you heard anything about John?”—“No,” replied the second sister, “but I know he's dead! He came to me last night in a dream and told me he was killed at Vittoria. I looked in the gazetteer and the atlas, and I found out there is a place like that, and I’m sure he’s dead!” And it turned out to be true: the young man died that day at Vittoria, and, I believe, on the battlefield. If so, it’s interesting to note that the message didn’t come until the sisters were asleep.

A similar case to this is that of Miss D⁠——, of G⁠——, who one night dreamed that she was walking about the washing-greens, when a figure approached, which she recognised as that of a beloved brother who was at that time with the British army in America. It gradually faded away into a kind of anatomy, holding up its hands, through which the light could be perceived, and asking for clothes to dress a body for the grave. The dream recurred more than once in the same night, and, apprehending some misfortune, Miss D⁠—— noted down the date of the occurrence. In due course of post, the news arrived that this brother had been killed at the battle of Bunker’s hill. Miss D⁠——, who died only within the last few years, though unwilling to speak of the circumstance, never refused to testify to it as a fact.

A similar case to this is that of Miss D⁠—— from G⁠——, who one night dreamed she was walking around the washing greens when a figure approached that she recognized as her beloved brother, who was with the British army in America at the time. The figure gradually faded into a sort of apparition, holding up its hands that were illuminated, and asking for clothes to dress a body for the grave. The dream repeated several times during the night, and sensing something was wrong, Miss D⁠—— noted the date of the event. Eventually, news arrived that her brother had been killed at the battle of Bunker’s Hill. Miss D⁠——, who passed away only a few years ago, though reluctant to discuss the incident, never denied it as a fact.

Here, supposing this to be a real apparition, we see an instance of that desire for decent obsequies so constantly attributed by the ancients to the souls of the dead.

Here, assuming this is a real ghost, we see an example of that longing for proper burials that the ancients often associated with the souls of the deceased.

When the German poet Collin died at Vienna, a person named Hartmann, who was his friend, found himself very much distressed by the loss of a hundred and twenty florins, which he had paid for the poet, under a promise of reimbursement. As this sum formed a large portion of his whole possessions, the circumstance was occasioning him considerable anxiety, when he dreamed one night that his deceased friend appeared to him, and bade him immediately set two florins on No. 11, on the first calling of the little lottery, or loto, then about to be drawn. He was bade to confine his venture to two florins, neither less nor more; and to communicate this information to nobody. Hartmann availed himself of the hint, and obtained a prize of a hundred and thirty florins.

When the German poet Collin died in Vienna, his friend Hartmann was very upset about losing a hundred and twenty florins he had paid for the poet, expecting to be reimbursed. Since this amount was a significant part of his total savings, it caused him a lot of stress. One night, he dreamed that his late friend appeared to him and told him to immediately bet two florins on No. 11 in the upcoming lottery. He was instructed to only bet two florins, no less and no more, and not to tell anyone about it. Hartmann took the advice and ended up winning a prize of one hundred thirty florins.

Since we look upon lotteries, in this country, as an immoral species of gambling, it may be raised as an objection to this dream, that such intelligence was an unworthy mission for a spirit, supposing the communication to have been actually made by Collin. But, in the first place, we have only to do with facts, and not with their propriety or impropriety, according to our notions; and, by-and-by, I shall endeavor to show that such discrepancies possibly arise from the very erroneous notions commonly entertained of the state of those who have disappeared from the terrestrial life.

Since we see lotteries in this country as a morally questionable form of gambling, one might argue against this dream by saying that such information would be an unworthy mission for a spirit, assuming the communication really was made by Collin. However, first of all, we are concerned only with facts, not their appropriateness or inappropriateness based on our beliefs. Later, I will attempt to demonstrate that these discrepancies might stem from the widely held but mistaken ideas about the state of those who have departed from earthly life.

Simonides the poet, arriving at the seashore with the intention of embarking on board a vessel on the ensuing day, found an unburied body, which he immediately desired should be decently interred. On the same night, this deceased person appeared to him, and bade him by no means go to sea, as he had proposed. Simonides obeyed the injunction, and beheld the vessel founder, as he stood on the shore. He raised a monument on the spot to the memory of his preserver, which is said still to exist, on which are engraven some lines, to the effect that it was dedicated by Simonides, the poet of Cheos, in gratitude to the dead who had preserved him from death.

Simonides the poet arrived at the beach, planning to board a ship the next day, when he found an unburied body that he immediately wanted to have buried properly. That night, the deceased person appeared to him and urged him not to go to sea as he had planned. Simonides followed this advice and saw the ship sink while he stood on the shore. He erected a monument at the site in memory of his savior, which is said to still be there, inscribed with lines stating that it was dedicated by Simonides, the poet from Chios, in gratitude to the dead who saved him from death.

A much-esteemed secretary died a few years since, in the house of Mr. R⁠—— von N⁠——. About eight weeks afterward, Mr. R⁠—— himself being ill, his daughter dreamed that the house-bell rang, and that, on looking out, she perceived the secretary at the door. Having admitted him, and inquired what he was come for, he answered, “To fetch somebody.” Upon which, alarmed for her father, she exclaimed, “I hope not my father!” He shook his head solemnly, in a manner that implied it was not the old man he had come for, and turned away toward a guest-chamber, at that time vacant, and there disappeared at the door. The father recovered, and the lady left home for a few days, on a visit. On her return, she found her brother had arrived in the interval to pay a visit to his parents, and was lying sick in that room, where he died.

A highly respected secretary passed away a few years ago in Mr. R⁠—— von N⁠——’s house. About eight weeks later, while Mr. R⁠—— was ill, his daughter dreamed that the doorbell rang, and when she looked out, she saw the secretary at the door. After letting him in and asking why he was there, he replied, “I’ve come to fetch someone.” Worried about her father, she exclaimed, “I hope it’s not my father!” He shook his head solemnly, suggesting he wasn’t there for the old man, and then turned toward a guest room that was empty at the time, disappearing through the door. The father recovered, and the daughter left home for a few days to visit. When she came back, she found that her brother had arrived during her absence to visit their parents and was sick in that room, where he later died.

I will here mention a curious circumstance regarding Mr. H⁠——, the gentleman alluded to in a former page, who, being at the seaside, saw, in a dream, the danger that awaited his son when he went to bathe. This gentleman has frequently, on waking, felt a consciousness that he had been conversing with certain persons of his acquaintance—and, indeed, with some of whom he knew little—and has afterward, not without a feeling of awe, learned that these persons had died during the hours of his sleep.

I want to mention an interesting situation about Mr. H⁠——, the gentleman I referred to earlier, who, while at the beach, dreamt of the danger waiting for his son when he went for a swim. This gentleman has often woken up with a sense that he had been talking to certain people he knew— and even to some he didn’t know well—and later, with a sense of awe, found out that those people had died while he was sleeping.

Do not such circumstances entitle us to entertain the idea that I have suggested above, namely, that in sleep the spirit is free to see, and to know, and to communicate with spirit, although the memory of this knowledge is rarely carried into the waking state?

Do these circumstances not allow us to consider the idea I've mentioned before, that in sleep the spirit is free to see, know, and communicate with other spirits, even though we rarely remember this knowledge when we wake up?

The story of the two Arcadians, who travelled together to Megara, though reprinted in other works, I can not omit here. One of these established himself, on the night of their arrival, at the house of a friend, while the other sought shelter in a public lodging-house for strangers. During the night, the latter appeared to the former, in a dream, and besought him to come to his assistance, as his villanous host was about to take his life, and only the most speedy aid could save him. The dreamer started from his sleep, and his first movement was to obey the summons, but, reflecting that it was only a dream, he presently lay down, and composed himself again to rest. But now his friend appeared before him a second time, disfigured by blood and wounds, conjuring him, since he had not listened to his first entreaties, that he would, at least, avenge his death. His host, he said, had murdered him, and was, at that moment, depositing his body in a dung-cart, for the purpose of conveying it out of the town. The dreamer was thoroughly alarmed, arose, and hastened to the gates of the city, where he found, waiting to pass out, exactly such a vehicle as his friend had described. A search being instituted, the body was found underneath the manure; and the host was consequently seized, and delivered over to the chastisement of the law.

The story of the two Arcadians who traveled together to Megara, though it has been included in other works, cannot be overlooked here. One of them stayed, upon their arrival, at a friend's house, while the other found a place at a public inn for travelers. That night, the second one appeared to the first in a dream, pleading for help because his treacherous host was about to kill him, and only urgent assistance could save him. The dreamer woke up and was initially ready to respond to the call, but then thought it was just a dream, so he lay back down to sleep. However, his friend appeared to him a second time, covered in blood and wounds, begging him that since he hadn’t responded to the first plea, he should at least avenge his death. He revealed that his host had murdered him and was currently putting his body into a dung-cart to take it out of the town. The dreamer, now thoroughly shaken, got up and rushed to the city gates, where he found exactly the type of vehicle his friend had described waiting to leave. After a search was conducted, they discovered the body under the manure, and the host was subsequently captured and brought to justice.

“Who shall venture to assert,” says Dr. Ennemoser, “that this communing with the dead in sleep is merely a subjective phenomenon, and that the presence of these apparitions is a pure illusion?”

“Who will dare to claim,” says Dr. Ennemoser, “that this interaction with the dead in sleep is just a subjective experience, and that the presence of these apparitions is simply an illusion?”

A circumstance fully as remarkable as any recorded, occurred at Odessa, in the year 1842. An old blind man, named Michel, had for many years been accustomed to get his living by seating himself every morning on a beam in one of the timber-yards, with a wooden bowl at his feet, into which the passengers cast their alms. This long-continued practice had made him well known to the inhabitants, and, as he was believed to have been formerly a soldier, his blindness was attributed to the numerous wounds he had received in battle. For his own part, he spoke little, and never contradicted this opinion.

A situation just as remarkable as any noted in history took place in Odessa in 1842. An elderly blind man named Michel had been earning a living for many years by sitting every morning on a beam in one of the timber yards, with a wooden bowl at his feet where passersby dropped their donations. This long-standing routine had made him a familiar figure to the locals, and since he was believed to have been a soldier in the past, people assumed his blindness was due to the many injuries he sustained in battle. As for himself, he spoke very little and never disputed this belief.

One night, Michel, by some accident, fell in with a little girl of ten years old, named Powleska, who was friendless, and on the verge of perishing with cold and hunger. The old man took her home, and adopted her; and, from that time, instead of sitting in the timber-yards, he went about the streets in her company, asking alms at the doors of the houses. The child called him father, and they were extremely happy together. But when they had pursued this mode of life for about five years, a misfortune befell them. A theft having been committed in a house which they had visited in the morning, Powleska was suspected and arrested, and the blind man was left once more alone. But, instead of resuming his former habits, he now disappeared altogether; and this circumstance causing the suspicion to extend to him, the girl was brought before the magistrate to be interrogated with regard to his probable place of concealment.

One night, Michel accidentally came across a ten-year-old girl named Powleska, who was alone and on the verge of freezing and starving. The old man took her home and adopted her; from then on, instead of sitting in the timber yards, he wandered the streets with her, asking for donations at people's doors. The child called him dad, and they were very happy together. But after about five years of living this way, misfortune struck. A theft occurred in a house they had visited that morning, and Powleska was suspected and arrested, leaving the blind man alone again. But instead of going back to his old ways, he completely vanished; this made people suspicious of him, and the girl was brought before the magistrate to be questioned about where he might be hiding.

“Do you know where Michel is?” said the magistrate.

“Do you know where Michel is?” the magistrate asked.

“He is dead!” replied she, shedding a torrent of tears.

“He's dead!” she replied, bursting into tears.

As the girl had been shut up for three days, without any means of obtaining information from without, this answer, together with her unfeigned distress, naturally excited considerable surprise.

As the girl had been locked away for three days, without any way to get information from the outside, this answer, along with her genuine distress, naturally caused quite a bit of surprise.

“Who told you he was dead?” they inquired.

“Who told you he was dead?” they asked.

“Nobody!”

"No one!"

“Then how can you know it?”

“Then how can you know it?”

“I saw him killed!”

“I saw him get murdered!”

“But you have not been out of the prison?”

“But you haven't been out of the prison?”

“But I saw it, nevertheless!”

"But I saw it anyway!"

“But how was that possible? Explain what you mean!”

“But how is that even possible? Can you explain what you mean?”

“I can not. All I can say is, that I saw him killed.”

“I can’t. All I can say is that I saw him get killed.”

“When was he killed, and how?”

“When was he killed, and how did it happen?”

“It was the night I was arrested.”

“It was the night I got arrested.”

“That can not be: he was alive when you were seized!”

"That can't be true: he was alive when you were captured!"

“Yes, he was; he was killed an hour after that. They stabbed him with a knife.”

“Yes, he was; he was killed an hour after that. They stabbed him with a knife.”

“Where were you then?”

"Where were you at that time?"

“I can’t tell; but I saw it.”

“I can't say for sure; but I saw it.”

The confidence with which the girl asserted what seemed to her hearers impossible and absurd, disposed them to imagine that she was either really insane, or pretending to be so. So, leaving Michel aside, they proceeded to interrogate her about the robbery, asking her if she was guilty.

The confidence with which the girl claimed what seemed impossible and ridiculous to her listeners led them to believe that she was either genuinely crazy or just acting that way. So, putting Michel aside, they began to question her about the robbery, asking if she was guilty.

“Oh, no!” she answered.

“Oh, no!” she replied.

“Then how came the property to be found about you?”

“Then how did the property end up being with you?”

“I don’t know: I saw nothing but the murder.”

“I don’t know: I saw nothing except the murder.”

“But there are no grounds for supposing Michel is dead: his body has not been found.”

“But there’s no reason to think Michel is dead: his body hasn’t been found.”

“It is in the aqueduct.”

“It’s in the aqueduct.”

“And do you know who slew him?”

“And do you know who killed him?”

“Yes—it is a woman. Michel was walking very slowly, after I was taken from him. A woman came behind him with a large kitchen-knife; but he heard her, and turned round: and then the woman flung a piece of gray stuff over his head, and struck him repeatedly with the knife; the gray stuff was much stained with the blood. Michel fell at the eighth blow, and the woman dragged the body to the aqueduct and let it fall in without ever lifting the stuff which stuck to his face.”

“Yes—it’s a woman. Michel was walking very slowly after I was taken from him. A woman came up behind him with a large kitchen knife, but he heard her and turned around. Then the woman threw a piece of gray material over his head and stabbed him repeatedly with the knife; the gray material was heavily stained with blood. Michel collapsed after the eighth blow, and the woman dragged his body to the aqueduct and let it drop in without ever lifting the material that stuck to his face.”

As it was easy to verify these latter assertions, they despatched people to the spot; and there the body was found, with the piece of stuff over his head, exactly as she described. But when they asked her how she knew all this, she could only answer, “I don’t know.”

As it was easy to confirm these recent claims, they sent people to the location; and there the body was found, with the fabric covering his head, just as she had described. But when they asked her how she knew all this, she could only reply, “I don’t know.”

“But you know who killed him?”

“But do you know who killed him?”

“Not exactly: it is the same woman that put out his eyes; but, perhaps, he will tell me her name to-night; and if he does, I will tell it to you.”

“Not exactly: it’s the same woman who blinded him; but maybe he’ll tell me her name tonight; and if he does, I’ll let you know.”

“Whom do you mean by he?”

“Who do you mean by he?”

“Why, Michel, to be sure!”

"Of course, Michel!"

During the whole of the following night, without allowing her to suspect their intention, they watched her; and it was observed that she never lay down, but sat upon the bed in a sort of lethargic slumber. Her body was quite motionless, except at intervals, when this repose was interrupted by violent nervous shocks, which pervaded her whole frame. On the ensuing day, the moment she was brought before the judge, she declared that she was now able to tell them the name of the assassin.

Throughout the entire next night, without letting her know what they planned, they kept an eye on her. They noticed that she never laid down but sat on the bed in a kind of lethargic sleep. Her body was completely still, except now and then when she was jolted by intense nervous spasms that shook her whole body. The following day, as soon as she was brought before the judge, she stated that she could now reveal the name of the assassin.

“But stay,” said the magistrate: “did Michel never tell you, when he was alive, how he lost his sight?”

“But wait,” said the magistrate, “did Michel ever tell you, when he was alive, how he lost his sight?”

“No—but the morning before I was arrested, he promised me to do so; and that was the cause of his death.”

“No—but the morning before I was arrested, he promised me he would do it; and that’s what led to his death.”

“How could that be?”

"How is that possible?"

“Last night, Michel came to me, and he pointed to the man hidden behind the scaffolding on which he and I had been sitting. He showed me the man listening to us, when he said, ‘I’ll tell you all about that to-night;’ and then the man——”

“Last night, Michel came to me and pointed to the guy hiding behind the scaffolding where he and I had been sitting. He showed me the man listening to us when he said, ‘I’ll tell you all about that tonight;’ and then the man——”

“Do you know the name of this man?”

“Do you know this man’s name?”

“It is Luck. He went afterward to a broad street that leads down to the harbor, and he entered the third house on the right——”

“It is Fate. He went later to a wide street that goes down to the harbor, and he entered the third house on the right——”

“What is the name of the street?”

“What’s the name of the street?”

“I don’t know: but the house is one story lower than the adjoining ones. Luck told Catherine what he had heard, and she proposed to him to assassinate Michel; but he refused, saying, ‘It was bad enough to have burnt out his eyes fifteen years before, while he was asleep at your door, and to have kidnapped him into the country.’ Then I went in to ask charity, and Catherine put a piece of plate into my pocket, that I might be arrested; then she hid herself behind the aqueduct to wait for Michel, and she killed him.”

“I don’t know, but the house is one story lower than the ones next to it. Luck told Catherine what he had heard, and she suggested that he kill Michel; but he refused, saying, ‘It was bad enough to have burned out his eyes fifteen years ago while he was asleep at your door, and to have kidnapped him to the countryside.’ Then I went inside to ask for help, and Catherine slipped a piece of silver into my pocket so I could get arrested; then she hid behind the aqueduct to wait for Michel, and she killed him.”

“But, since you say all this, why did you keep the plate—why didn’t you give information?”

“But since you’re saying all this, why did you keep the plate—why didn’t you share the information?”

“But I didn’t see it then. Michel showed it me last night.”

“But I didn’t notice it at the time. Michel showed it to me last night.”

“But what should induce Catherine to do this?”

“But what would make Catherine do this?”

“Michel was her husband, and she had forsaken him to come to Odessa and marry again. One night, fifteen years ago, she saw Michel, who had come to seek her. She slipped hastily into her house, and Michel, who thought she had not seen him, lay down at her door to watch; but he fell asleep, and then Luck burnt out his eyes, and carried him to a distance.”

“Michel was her husband, and she had left him to go to Odessa and marry someone else. One night, fifteen years ago, she saw Michel, who had come looking for her. She quickly hurried into her house, and Michel, thinking she hadn’t noticed him, lay down at her door to wait; but he fell asleep, and then Luck blinded him and took him far away.”

“And is it Michel who has told you this?”

“And is it Michel who told you this?”

“Yes: he came, very pale, and covered with blood; and he took me by the hand and showed me all this with his fingers.”

“Yes: he came, looking very pale and covered in blood; and he took my hand and pointed all this out with his fingers.”

Upon this, Luck and Catherine were arrested; and it was ascertained that she had actually been married to Michel in the year 1819, at Kherson. They at first denied the accusation, but Powleska insisted, and they subsequently confessed the crime. When they communicated the circumstances of the confession to Powleska, she said, “I was told it last night.”

Upon this, Luck and Catherine were arrested; and it was confirmed that she had actually been married to Michel in 1819, in Kherson. At first, they denied the accusation, but Powleska insisted, and they eventually confessed to the crime. When they shared the details of their confession with Powleska, she replied, “I was told it last night.”

This affair naturally excited great interest, and people all round the neighborhood hastened into the city to learn the sentence.

This situation naturally sparked a lot of interest, and people from all over the neighborhood rushed into the city to find out the verdict.


CHAPTER VI.

DOUBLE-DREAMING AND TRANCE.

Among the phenomena of the dream-life which we have to consider, that of double-dreaming forms a very curious department. A somewhat natural introduction to this subject may be found in the cases above-recorded, of Professor Herder and Mr. S⁠——, of Edinburgh, who appear, in their sleep, to have received so lively an impression of those earnest wishes of their dying friends to see them, that they found themselves irresistibly impelled to obey the spiritual summons. These two cases occurred to men engaged in active daily life, and in normal physical conditions, on which account I particularly refer to them here, although many similar ones might be adduced.

Among the phenomena of dreaming that we need to consider, double-dreaming is a very interesting topic. A somewhat natural way to introduce this subject is through the cases previously mentioned, involving Professor Herder and Mr. S⁠—— from Edinburgh, who seemed to have received such a vivid impression of their dying friends’ strong wishes to see them that they felt a compelling urge to respond to the spiritual call. These two cases involved men who were actively engaged in everyday life and in normal physical health, which is why I specifically mention them here, even though many similar cases could be presented.

With respect to this subject of double-dreaming, Dr. Ennemoser thinks that it is not so difficult to explain as might appear on a first view, since he considers that there exists an indisputable sympathy between certain organisms, especially where connected by relationship or by affection, which may be sufficient to account for the supervention of simultaneous thoughts, dreams, or presentiments; and I have met with some cases where the magnetiser and his patient have been the subjects of this phenomenon. With respect to the power asserted to have been frequently exercised by causing or suggesting dreams by an operator at a distance from the sleeper, Dr. E. considers the two parties to stand in a positive and negative relation to each other; the antagonistic power of the sleeper being = 0, he becomes a perfectly passive recipient of the influence exerted by his positive half, if I may use the expression; for, where such a polarity is established, the two beings seem to be almost blended into one; while Dr. Passavent observes, that we can not pronounce what may be the limits of the nervous force, which certainly is not bounded by the termination of its material conductors.

Regarding the topic of double-dreaming, Dr. Ennemoser believes it's not as hard to explain as it might initially seem. He argues that there is a clear connection between certain organisms, especially those linked by relations or affection, which could explain the occurrence of simultaneous thoughts, dreams, or premonitions. I've encountered some cases where both the magnetizer and his patient experienced this phenomenon. Concerning the power that is said to be frequently exercised by influencing or suggesting dreams from a distance, Dr. E. views the two parties as having a positive and negative relationship. With the sleeper's opposing power being equal to zero, he becomes a completely passive receiver of the influence exerted by his positive half, if I can put it that way. When such a polarity is established, the two individuals appear to merge into one. Meanwhile, Dr. Passavent points out that we cannot determine the limits of the nervous force, which certainly isn’t confined to the ends of its physical conduits.

I have yet, myself, met with no instance of dream compelling by a person at a distance; but Dr. Ennemoser says that Agrippa von Nettesheim asserts that this can assuredly be done, and also that the abbot Trithemius and others possessed the power. In modern times, Wesermann, in Dusseldorf, pretended to the same faculty, and affirms that he had frequently exercised it.

I haven't personally encountered any cases of someone influencing a dream from a distance; however, Dr. Ennemoser claims that Agrippa von Nettesheim insists this is definitely possible, and that Abbot Trithemius and others had this ability. In modern times, Wesermann in Düsseldorf claimed to have the same skill and stated that he had practiced it many times.

All such phenomena, Dr. Passavent attributes to the interaction of imponderables—or of one universal imponderable under different manifestations—which acts not only within the organism, but beyond it, independently of all material obstacles; just as a sympathy appears between one organ and another, unobstructed by the intervening ones; and he instances the sympathy which exists between the mother and the fœtus, as an example of this sort of double life, and standing as midway between the sympathy between two organs in the same body and that between two separate bodies, each having its own life, and its life also in and for another, as parts of one whole. The sympathy between a bird and the eggs it sits upon, is of the same kind; many instances having been observed, wherein eggs, taken from one bird and placed under another, have produced a brood feathered like the foster instead of the real parent.

All these phenomena, Dr. Passavent attributes to the interaction of imponderables—or one universal imponderable showing up in different ways—which operates not just within the body, but also beyond it, regardless of any physical barriers. This is similar to the connection that can be seen between one organ and another, without being hindered by the intervening ones. He points out the connection between a mother and her fetus as an example of this kind of dual existence, sitting between the connection of two organs in the same body and that of two separate bodies, each with its own life, while also being part of a larger whole. The bond between a bird and the eggs it sits on is of the same nature; many cases have been observed where eggs taken from one bird and placed under another have hatched chicks that resemble the foster bird rather than the biological parent.

Thus, this vital force may extend dynamically the circle of its influence, till, under favorable circumstances, it may act on other organisms, making their organs its own.

Thus, this vital force can dynamically broaden its circle of influence until, under the right conditions, it can affect other organisms, making their organs its own.

I need scarcely remind my readers of the extraordinary sympathies manifested by the Siamese twins, Chang and Eng. I never saw them myself; and, for the benefit of others in the same situation, I quote the following particulars from Dr. Passavent: “They were united by a membrane which extended from the breast-bone to the navel; but, in other respects, were not different from their countrymen in general. They were exceedingly alike, only that Eng was rather the more robust of the two. Their pulsations were not always coincident. They were active and agile, and fond of bodily exercises; their intellects were well developed, and their tones of voice and accent were precisely the same. As they never conversed together, they had nearly forgotten their native tongue. If one was addressed, they both answered. They played some games of skill, but never with each other; as that, they said, would have been like the right hand playing with the left. They read the same book at the same time, and sang together in unison. In America they had a fever, which ran precisely a similar course with each. Their hunger, thirst, sleeping, and waking, were alway coincident, and their tastes and inclinations were identical. Their movements were so simultaneous, that it was impossible to distinguish with which the impulse had originated; they appeared to have but one will. The idea of being separated by an operation was abhorrent to them; and they consider themselves much happier in their duality than are the individuals who look upon them with pity.”

I hardly need to remind my readers of the amazing bond shared by the Siamese twins, Chang and Eng. I never met them myself, but for those who haven't, I'll quote some details from Dr. Passavent: “They were connected by a membrane that stretched from their breastbone to their navel, but otherwise, they were just like other people from their country. They looked almost identical, except Eng was a bit more robust. Their heartbeats didn't always sync up. They were active, agile, and enjoyed physical exercise; their minds were well developed, and they had the same tone and accent when they spoke. Since they never talked to each other, they almost forgot their native language. If one was spoken to, both would respond. They played some skill-based games, but never against each other, as they believed it would be like the right hand playing with the left. They read the same book at the same time and sang together in harmony. When they were in America, they both caught a fever that followed the same course. Their hunger, thirst, sleep, and wakefulness always aligned, and their tastes and preferences were the same. Their movements were so synchronized that it was impossible to tell who initiated an action; they seemed to share a single will. The thought of being separated through surgery was terrifying to them, and they believed they were much happier being together than the individuals who looked at them with pity.”

This admirable sympathy, although necessarily in an inferior degree, is generally manifested, more or less, between all persons twin-born. Dr. Passavent and other authorities mention several instances of this kind, in which, although at some distance from each other, the same malady appeared simultaneously in both, and ran precisely a similar course. A very affecting instance of this sort of sympathy was exhibited, not very long ago, by a young lady, twin-born, who was suddenly seized with an unaccountable horror, followed by a strange convulsion, which the doctor, who was hastily called in, said exactly resembled the struggles and sufferings of a person drowning. In process of time, the news arrived that her twin-brother, then abroad, had been drowned precisely at that period.

This amazing connection, though naturally to a lesser extent, is usually seen, to some degree, between all twins. Dr. Passavent and other experts highlight several cases where, despite being some distance apart, both twins experienced the same illness at the same time, and it followed exactly the same pattern. A particularly touching example of this connection occurred not long ago with a young woman who was a twin; she suddenly felt a terrifying fear, followed by a bizarre convulsion that the doctor, who was quickly called in, said looked exactly like the struggles and suffering of someone drowning. Eventually, it was reported that her twin brother, who was overseas, had drowned at that exact time.

It is probably a link of the same kind that is established between the magnetiser and his patient, of which, besides those recorded in various works on the subject, some curious instances have come to my knowledge, such as uncontrollable impulses to go to sleep, or to perform certain actions, in subservience to the will of the distant operator. Mr. W⁠—— W⁠——, a gentleman well known in the north of England, related to me that he had been cured, by magnetism, of a very distressing malady. During part of the process of curé, after the rapport had been well established, the operations were carried on while he was at Malvern, and his magnetiser at Cheltenham, under which circumstances the existence of this extraordinary dependence was frequently exhibited in a manner that left no possibility of doubt. On one occasion, I remember that Mr. W⁠—— W⁠—— being in the magnetic sleep, he suddenly started from his seat, clasping his hands as if startled, and presently afterward burst into a violent fit of laughter. As, on waking, he could give no account of these impulses, his family wrote to the magnetiser to inquire if he had sought to excite any particular manifestations in his patient, as the sleep had been somewhat disturbed. The answer was, that no such intention had been entertained, but that the disturbance might possibly have arisen from one to which he had himself been subjected. “While my mind was concentrated on you,” said he, “I was suddenly so much startled by a violent knock at the door, that I actually jumped off my seat, clasping my hands with affright. I had a hearty laugh at my own folly, but am sorry if you were made uncomfortable by it.”

It’s likely a connection similar to what happens between a hypnotist and their subject, evidenced by various accounts and some interesting examples I've heard about, like uncontrollable urges to sleep or to carry out specific actions, influenced by the will of a distant operator. Mr. W⁠—— W⁠——, a well-known gentleman from northern England, told me he was cured of a very troubling illness through magnetism. During part of his treatment, once the connection was firmly established, the sessions took place while he was in Malvern and his hypnotist was in Cheltenham. Under these conditions, this remarkable dependency often showed itself in ways that were beyond doubt. I remember one time when Mr. W⁠—— W⁠—— was in a deep trance; he suddenly jumped up from his chair, clasping his hands as if he were startled, and then he erupted into a fit of laughter. When he woke up and couldn’t explain these reactions, his family reached out to the hypnotist to ask if he had tried to provoke any specific responses in him since his sleep had been somewhat disturbed. The reply was that there was no such intention, but the disruption might have come from something the hypnotist himself experienced. “While I was focusing on you,” he said, “I was so taken aback by a loud knock at the door that I actually jumped out of my seat, clasping my hands in fright. I had a good laugh at myself, but I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

I have met with some accounts of a sympathy of this kind existing between young children and their parents, so that the former have exhibited great distress and terror at the moment that death or danger have supervened to the latter; but it would require a great number of instances to establish this particular fact, and separate it from cases of accidental coincidence. Dr. Passavent, however, admits the phenomena.

I have come across some stories about a connection like this between young children and their parents, such that the children have shown significant distress and fear when their parents faced death or danger; however, it would take many examples to prove this specific fact and distinguish it from mere coincidences. Dr. Passavent, on the other hand, acknowledges these phenomena.

I shall return to these mysterious influences by-and-by; but to revert, in the meanwhile, to the subject of double dreams, I will relate one that occurred to two ladies, a mother and daughter, the latter of whom related it to me. They were sleeping in the same bed at Cheltenham, when the mother, Mrs. C⁠——, dreamed that her brother-in-law, then in Ireland, had sent for her; that she entered his room, and saw him in bed, apparently dying. He requested her to kiss him, but, owing to his livid appearance, she shrank from doing so, and awoke with the horror of the scene upon her. The daughter awoke at the same moment, saying, “Oh, I have had such a frightful dream!” “Oh, so have I!” returned the mother; “I have been dreaming of my brother-in-law!”—“My dream was about him, too,” added Miss C⁠——. “I thought I was sitting in the drawing-room, and that he came in wearing a shroud, trimmed with black ribands, and, approaching me, he said: ‘My dear niece, your mother has refused to kiss me, but I am sure you will not be so unkind!’ ”

I’ll come back to these mysterious influences later; for now, let’s return to the topic of shared dreams. I’ll share one that happened to two women, a mother and her daughter, who told me about it. They were sleeping in the same bed in Cheltenham when the mother, Mrs. C⁠——, dreamed that her brother-in-law, who was in Ireland at the time, had called for her. She entered his room and saw him in bed, looking like he was dying. He asked her to kiss him, but because he looked so pale, she hesitated and woke up feeling horrified by the scene. At the same time, the daughter woke up and said, “Oh, I had such a scary dream!” The mother replied, “Oh, so did I! I dreamed about my brother-in-law!” Miss C⁠—— added, “My dream was about him too. I thought I was sitting in the living room when he walked in wearing a shroud with black ribbons, and he came up to me and said: ‘My dear niece, your mother has refused to kiss me, but I’m sure you won’t be so unkind!’”

As these ladies were not in habits of regular correspondence with their relative, they knew that the earliest intelligence likely to reach them, if he were actually dead, would be by means of the Irish papers; and they waited anxiously for the following Wednesday, which was the day these journals were received in Cheltenham. When that morning arrived, Miss C⁠—— hastened at an early hour to the reading-room, and there she learned what the dreams had led them to expect: their friend was dead; and they afterward ascertained that his decease had taken place on that night. They moreover observed, that neither one nor the other of them had been speaking or thinking of this gentleman for some time previous to the occurrence of the dreams; nor had they any reason whatever for uneasiness with regard to him. It is a remarkable peculiarity in this case, that the dream of the daughter appears to be a continuation of that of the mother. In the one, he is seen alive; in the other, the shroud and black ribands seem to indicate that he is dead, and he complains of the refusal to give him a farewell kiss.

Since these ladies didn’t regularly keep in touch with their relative, they realized that the earliest news they would likely receive, if he was indeed dead, would come from the Irish newspapers. They anxiously awaited the following Wednesday, the day these papers arrived in Cheltenham. When that morning came, Miss C⁠—— rushed to the reading room early, and there she found out what their dreams had led them to anticipate: their friend was dead; they later confirmed that he had passed away that very night. They also noted that neither of them had been thinking or talking about this gentleman for a while before the dreams occurred, and they had no reason at all to be worried about him. A noteworthy detail in this situation is that the daughter's dream seems to continue the mother's. In one, he appears to be alive; in the other, the shroud and black ribbons suggest that he is dead, and he expresses his sorrow about not receiving a final kiss goodbye.

One is almost inevitably led here to the conclusion that the thoughts and wishes of the dying man were influencing the sleepers, or that the released spirit was hovering near them.

One is almost inevitably led to the conclusion that the thoughts and wishes of the dying man were affecting the sleepers, or that the released spirit was lingering nearby.

Pomponius Mela relates, that a certain people in the interior of Africa lay themselves down to sleep on the graves of their forefathers, and believe the dreams that ensue to be the unerring counsel of the dead.

Pomponius Mela tells us that a certain group of people in the interior of Africa sleep on their ancestors' graves and believe that the resulting dreams are the wise guidance of the dead.

The following dream, from St. Austin, is quoted by Dr. Binns: Præstantius desired from a certain philosopher the solution of a doubt, which the latter refused to give him; but, on the following night, the philosopher appeared at his bedside and told him what he desired to know. On being asked, the next day, why he had chosen that hour for his visit, he answered: ‘I came not to you truly, but in my dream I appeared to you to do so.’ In this case, however, only one of the parties seems to have been asleep, for Præstantius says that he was awake; and it is perhaps rather an example of another kind of phenomena, similar to the instance recorded of himself by the late Joseph Wilkins, a dissenting minister, who says that, being one night asleep, he dreamed that he was travelling to London, and that, as it would not be much out of his way, he would go by Gloucestershire and call upon his friends. Accordingly he arrived at his father’s house, but, finding the front door closed, he went round to the back and there entered. The family, however, being already in bed, he ascended the stairs and entered his father’s bed-chamber. Him he found asleep; but to his mother, who was awake, he said, as he walked round to her side of the bed, ‘Mother, I am going a long journey, and am come to bid you good-by;’ to which she answered, ‘Oh, dear son, thee art dead!’ Though struck with the distinctness of the dream, Mr. Wilkins attached no importance to it, till, to his surprise, a letter arrived from his father, addressed to himself, if alive—or, if not, to his surviving friends—begging earnestly for immediate intelligence, since they were under great apprehensions that their son was either dead, or in danger of death; for that, on such a night (naming that on which the above dream had occurred), he, the father, being asleep, and Mrs. Wilkins awake, she had distinctly heard somebody try to open the fore door, which being fast, the person had gone round to the back and there entered. She had perfectly recognised the footstep to be that of her son, who had ascended the stairs, and entering the bed-chamber, had said to her, ‘Mother, I am going a long journey, and am come to bid you good-by;’ whereupon she had answered, ‘Oh, dear son, thee art dead!’ Much alarmed, she had awakened her husband and related what had occurred, assuring him that it was not a dream, for that she had not been asleep at all. Mr. Wilkins mentions that this curious circumstance took place in the year 1754, when he was living at Ottery; and that he had frequently discussed the subject with his mother, on whom the impression made was even stronger than on himself. Neither death nor anything else remarkable ensued.

The following dream, from St. Augustine, is quoted by Dr. Binns: Præstantius asked a philosopher to help him solve a doubt, but the philosopher refused. However, that night, the philosopher appeared to him in a dream and revealed the answer he was looking for. When asked the next day why he chose that time to visit, the philosopher said, “I didn’t come to you in reality, but I appeared to you in your dream.” In this case, though, it seems only one of them was actually asleep, because Præstantius claimed he was awake. This may be a different kind of phenomenon, similar to an experience shared by the late Joseph Wilkins, a dissenting minister. He once dreamed he was traveling to London and thought it wouldn't be too much trouble to go through Gloucestershire to visit some friends. So, he arrived at his father's house, but when he found the front door locked, he went around to the back and entered. The family was already in bed, so he went upstairs to his father's bedroom. His father was asleep, but when he walked around to his mother’s side of the bed, he said, “Mother, I’m going on a long journey and came to say goodbye.” She replied, “Oh, dear son, you are dead!” Although struck by how vivid the dream was, Mr. Wilkins didn’t think much of it until, to his surprise, he received a letter from his father addressed to him—if alive—or to his remaining friends, urgently asking for news because they were very worried that their son was either dead or in danger of dying. On that same night, his father, asleep, and Mrs. Wilkins, awake, clearly heard someone trying to open the front door, which was locked. The person then walked around to the back and entered. She recognized the footsteps as her son’s, who had climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom, saying, “Mother, I’m going on a long journey and came to say goodbye,” to which she responded, “Oh, dear son, you are dead!” Alarmed, she woke her husband and told him what had happened, insisting it wasn’t a dream because she hadn’t been asleep at all. Mr. Wilkins noted that this strange event took place in 1754 while he was living in Ottery, and he often discussed it with his mother, who was even more affected by it than he was. Neither death nor anything else significant followed.

A somewhat similar instance to this, which I also quote from Dr. Binns, is that of a gentleman who dreamed that he was pushing violently against the door of a certain room, in a house with which he was well acquainted; while the people in that room were, at the same time, actually alarmed by a violent pushing against the door, which it required their utmost force effectually to resist. As soon as the attempt to burst open the door had ceased, the house was searched, but nothing discovered to account for the disturbance.

A somewhat similar situation to this, which I also reference from Dr. Binns, involves a man who dreamed he was forcefully pushing against the door of a room in a house he knew well; meanwhile, the people inside that room were genuinely frightened by a strong force pushing against the door, which required all their strength to hold it shut. Once the attempt to break open the door stopped, the house was searched, but nothing was found to explain the disturbance.

These examples are extremely curious, and they conduct us by a natural transition to another department of this mysterious subject.

These examples are really interesting, and they lead us naturally to another area of this mysterious topic.

There must be few persons who have not heard, among their friends and acquaintance, instances of what is called a wraith; that is, that in the moment of death, a person is seen in a place where bodily he is not. I believe the Scotch use this term also in the same sense as the Irish word fetch; which is a person’s double seen at some indefinite period previous to his death, of which such an appearance is generally supposed to be a prognostic. The Germans express the same thing by the word doppelgänger.

There are probably few people who haven't heard, from their friends and acquaintances, stories about what’s known as a ghost; that is, that at the moment of death, a person is seen in a location where physical they are not. I believe the Scots use this term in the same way the Irish use the word get; referring to a person's double seen at some unspecified time before their death, and such an appearance is typically thought to be a warning. The Germans express a similar concept with the term double.

With respect to the appearance of wraiths, at the moment of death, the instances to be met with are so numerous and well-authenticated, that I generally find the most skeptical people unable to deny that some such phenomenon exists, although they evade, without I think, diminishing the difficulty, by pronouncing it to be of a subjective, and not of an objective, nature; that is, that the image of the dying person is, by some unknown operation, presented to the imagination of the seer, without the existence of any real outstanding figure, from which it is reflected; which reduces such instances so nearly to the class of mere sensuous illusion, that it seems difficult to draw the distinction. The distinction these theorists wish to imply, however, is that the latter are purely subjective and self-originating, while the others have an external cause, although not an external visible object—the image seen being protruded by the imagination of the seer, in consequence of an unconscious intuition of the death of the person whose wraith is perceived.

Regarding the appearance of wraiths at the moment of death, there are so many well-documented cases that even the most skeptical people generally can't deny that such phenomena exist. However, they often escape the issue—without making it any less complex—by claiming it’s subjective rather than objective. This means that the image of the dying person is somehow produced in the imagination of the seer, without any actual, present figure from which it is reflected. This brings these instances close to mere sensory illusions, making it hard to tell them apart. The distinction these theorists want to make is that the latter are completely subjective and self-generated, while the former have an external cause, though not a visible object. The image seen is pushed forth by the imagination of the seer due to an unconscious awareness of the death of the person whose wraith is observed.

Instances of this kind of phenomenon have been common in all ages of the world, insomuch that Lucretius, who did not believe in the immortality of the soul, and was yet unable to deny the facts, suggested the strange theory that the superficial surfaces of all bodies were continually flying off, like the coats of an onion, which accounted for the appearance of wraiths, ghosts, doubles, &c.; and a more modern author, Gaffarillus, suggests that corrupting bodies send forth vapors, which being compressed by the cold night air, appear visible to the eye in the forms of men.

Instances of this kind of phenomenon have been common in all ages of the world, to such an extent that Lucretius, who didn't believe in the immortality of the soul, but still couldn't deny the facts, proposed the strange theory that the outer surfaces of all objects were constantly peeling away, like the layers of an onion, which explained the appearance of wraiths, ghosts, doubles, etc.; and a more modern author, Gaffarillus, suggests that decaying bodies release vapors, which, when compressed by the cold night air, become visible to the eye in the shapes of men.

It will not be out of place, here, to mention the circumstance recorded in Professor Gregory’s “Abstract of Baron von Reichenbach’s Researches in Magnetism,” regarding a person called Billing, who acted in the capacity of amanuensis to the blind poet Pfeffel, at Colmar. Having treated of various experiments, by which it was ascertained that certain sensitive persons were not only able to detect electric influences of which others were unconscious, but could also perceive, emanating from the wires and magnets, flames which were invisible to people in general; “the baron,” according to Dr. Gregory, “proceeded to a useful application of the results, which is, he says, so much the more welcome, as it utterly eradicates one of the chief foundations of superstition, that worst enemy to the development of human enlightenment and liberty. A singular occurrence, which took place at Colmar, in the garden of the poet Pfeffel, has been made generally known by various writings. The following are the essential facts. The poet, being blind, had employed a young clergyman, of the evangelical church, as amanuensis. Pfeffel, when he walked out, was supported and led by this young man, whose name was Billing. As they walked in the garden, at some distance from the town, Pfeffel observed, that as often as they passed over a particular spot, the arm of Billing trembled, and he betrayed uneasiness. On being questioned, the young man reluctantly confessed, that as often as he passed over that spot, certain feelings attacked him, which he could not control, and which he knew well, as he always experienced the same, in passing over any place where human bodies lay buried. He added, that at night, when he came near such places, he saw supernatural appearances. Pfeffel, with the view of curing the youth of what he looked on as fancy, went that night with him to the garden. As they approached the spot in the dark, Billing perceived a feeble light, and when still nearer, he saw a luminous ghostlike figure floating over the spot. This he described as a female form, with one arm laid across the body, the other hanging down, floating in the upright posture, but tranquil, the feet only a hand-breadth or two above the soil. Pfeffel went alone, as the young man declined to follow him, up to the place where the figure was said to be, and struck about in all directions with his stick, besides running actually through the shadow; but the figure was not more affected than a flame would have been; the luminous form, according to Billing always returned to its original position after these experiments. Many things were tried during several months, and numerous companies of people were brought to the spot, but the matter remained the same, and the ghost-seer adhered to his serious assertion, and to the opinion founded on it, that some individual lay buried there. At last, Pfeffel had the place dug up. At a considerable depth was found a firm layer of white lime, of the length and breadth of a grave, and of considerable thickness, and when this had been broken into, there were found the bones of a human being. It was evident that some one had been buried in the place, and covered with a thick layer of lime (quicklime), as is generally done in times of pestilence, of earthquakes, and other similar events. The bones were removed, the pit filled up, the lime scattered abroad, and the surface again made smooth. When Billing was now brought back to the place, the phenomena did not return, and the nocturnal spirit had for ever disappeared.

It’s worth mentioning a circumstance recorded in Professor Gregory’s “Abstract of Baron von Reichenbach’s Researches in Magnetism” about a person named Billing, who served as a secretary to the blind poet Pfeffel in Colmar. After discussing various experiments that confirmed certain sensitive individuals could detect electrical influences unnoticed by others and perceive flames emanating from wires and magnets that were invisible to most people, the baron, according to Dr. Gregory, moved on to a useful application of these findings, which he says is especially welcome as it completely eliminates one of the main foundations of superstition, which is a major obstacle to human enlightenment and freedom. A peculiar incident in Colmar, in the garden of poet Pfeffel, has been widely shared through various writings. Here are the key facts: the blind poet employed a young clergyman from the evangelical church as his secretary. When Pfeffel went for walks, he was guided by this young man, Billing. As they strolled through the garden, away from the town, Pfeffel noticed that Billing’s arm trembled and he seemed uneasy whenever they passed over a certain spot. When asked, the young man hesitantly admitted that every time they walked over that spot, he experienced certain feelings he couldn’t control, which he recognized since he felt the same thing whenever passing over graves. He added that at night, near such places, he saw supernatural apparitions. To help the young man overcome what he considered mere fancy, Pfeffel decided to go with him to the garden that night. As they approached the spot in the dark, Billing saw a faint light, and when they got closer, he saw a glowing, ghostly figure hovering above the ground. He described it as a female form, one arm across the body and the other hanging down, floating upright but calm, with its feet just a foot or two above the ground. Pfeffel went alone to the place where the figure was said to be, since the young man refused to follow, and swung his stick around as well as actually ran through the shadow, but the figure was unaffected, as if it were a flame; Billing said the luminous form always returned to its original position after those attempts. Various trials were conducted over several months with many groups of people brought to the spot, but nothing changed, and the ghost-seer stood by his serious claim and belief that someone was buried there. Eventually, Pfeffel had the area excavated. At a significant depth, they discovered a solid layer of white lime, the size of a grave and quite thick, and when this was broken into, they found the bones of a human being. It was clear that someone had been buried there and covered with a thick layer of lime, as is typically done during plagues, earthquakes, and similar events. The bones were removed, the pit was filled in, the lime scattered, and the surface was smoothed out. When Billing was brought back to the spot, the phenomena did not return, and the ghostly figure vanished forever.

“It is hardly necessary to point out to the reader what view the author takes of this story, which excited much attention in Germany, because it came from the most truthful man alive, and theologians and psychologists gave to it sundry terrific meanings. It obviously falls into the province of chemical action, and thus meets with a simple and clear explanation from natural and physical causes. A corpse is a field for abundant chemical changes, decompositions, fermentation, putrefaction, gasification, and general play of affinities. A stratum of quicklime, in a narrow pit, unites its powerful affinities to those of the organic matters, and gives rise to a long-continued working of the whole. Rain-water filters through and contributes to the action: the lime on the outside of the mass first falls to a fine powder, and afterward, with more water, forms lumps which are very slowly penetrated by the air. Slaked lime prepared for building, but not used, on account of some cause connected with a warlike state of society some centuries since, has been found in subterraneous holes or pits, in the ruins of old castles; and the mass, except on the outside, was so unaltered that it has been used for modern buildings. It is evident, therefore, that in such circumstances there must be a very slow and long-continued chemical action, partly owing to the slow penetration of the mass of lime by the external carbonic acid, partly to the change going on in the remains of animal matter, at all events as long as any is left. In the above case, this must have gone on in Pfeffel’s garden, and, as we know that chemical action is invariably associated with light, visible to the sensitive, this must have been the origin of the luminous appearance, which again must have continued until the mutual affinities of the organic remains, the lime, the air, and water, had finally come to a state of chemical rest or equilibrium. As soon, therefore, as a sensitive person, although otherwise quite healthy, came that way, and entered into the sphere of the force in action, he must feel, by day, like Mdlle. Maix, the sensations so often described, and see by night, like Mdlle. Reichel, the luminous appearance. Ignorance, fear, and superstition, would dress up the feebly shining, vaporous light into a human form, and furnish it with human limbs and members; just as we can at pleasure fancy every cloud in the sky to represent a man or a demon.

“It’s pretty obvious what stance the author takes on this story that generated a lot of interest in Germany, as it came from the most honest person around, and theologians and psychologists assigned it various intense meanings. It clearly falls into the realm of chemical processes and can be explained simply by natural and physical causes. A corpse is a site for numerous chemical changes, including decomposition, fermentation, putrefaction, gas formation, and various interactions. A layer of quicklime, in a narrow pit, combines its strong affinities with those of the organic matter, leading to prolonged reactions throughout. Rainwater seeps through and adds to the process: the lime on the outside of the mass first breaks down into a fine powder, and later, with more water, forms lumps that are very slowly penetrated by air. Slaked lime intended for construction, but left unused due to circumstances related to a state of war centuries ago, has been discovered in underground pits in the ruins of old castles; and the material, apart from its surface, remained so unchanged that it has been repurposed for modern buildings. Therefore, it's clear that in such situations there must be a very slow and prolonged chemical reaction, partly due to the slow absorption of carbon dioxide from the air into the bulk of lime, and partly due to the changes occurring in the remnants of animal matter, as long as any is left. In this particular case, this must have been happening in Pfeffel’s garden, and knowing that chemical reactions are always linked with light, visible to sensitive individuals, this must have been the source of the glowing effect, which likely continued until the combined affinities of the organic remains, lime, air, and water reached a state of chemical balance. So, as soon as a sensitive person, even if otherwise perfectly healthy, passed by and entered the area of the active force, they would feel, by day, like Mdlle. Maix, the sensations that are often described, and see at night, like Mdlle. Reichel, the glowing effect. Ignorance, fear, and superstition would shape the faintly glowing, misty light into a human figure, giving it human limbs and features, just like we can imagine every cloud in the sky as representing a person or a demon.”

“The wish to strike a fatal blow at the monster superstition, which, at no distant period, poured out upon European society from a similar source, such inexpressible misery, when, in trials for witchcraft, not hundreds, not thousands, but hundreds of thousands of innocent human beings perished miserably, either on the scaffold, at the stake, or by the effects of torture—this desire induced the author to try the experiment of bringing, if possible, a highly-sensitive patient by night to a churchyard. It appeared possible that such a person might see, over graves in which mouldering bodies lie, something similar to that which Billing had seen. Mdlle. Reichel had the courage, rare in her sex, to gratify this wish of the author. On two very dark nights she allowed herself to be taken from the castle of Reisenberg, where she was living with the author’s family, to the neighboring churchyard of Grunzing. The result justified his anticipation in the most beautiful manner. She very soon saw a light, and observed on one of the graves, along its length, a delicate, breathing flame: she also saw the same thing, only weaker on the second grave. But she saw neither witches nor ghosts; she described the fiery appearances as a shining vapor, one to two spans high, extending as far as the grave, and floating near its surface. Some time afterward she was taken to two large cemeteries near Vienna, where several burials occur daily, and graves lie about by thousands. Here she saw numerous graves provided with similar lights. Wherever she looked, she saw luminous masses scattered about. But this appearance was most vivid over the newest graves, while in the oldest it could not be perceived. She described the appearance less as a clear flame than as a dense, vaporous mass of fire, intermediate between fog and flame. On many graves the flames were four feet high, so that when she stood on them, it surrounded her up to the neck. If she thrust her hand into it, it was like putting it into a dense, fiery cloud. She betrayed no uneasiness, because she had all her life been accustomed to such emanations, and had seen the same, in the author’s experiments, often produced by natural causes.

“The desire to deliver a serious blow to the monster of superstition, which not long ago caused immense suffering in European society, particularly during witch trials where not just hundreds, but hundreds of thousands of innocent people were tragically executed—either on the gallows, at the stake, or through torture—led the author to attempt to bring a highly-sensitive patient to a graveyard at night. It seemed possible that she might see something similar to what Billing had witnessed over the graves of decaying bodies. Mdlle. Reichel had the rare courage to fulfill the author's wish. On two very dark nights, she agreed to be taken from the castle of Reisenberg, where she lived with the author’s family, to the neighboring graveyard of Grunzing. The outcome confirmed his expectations in the most remarkable way. She quickly spotted a light and saw a delicate, flickering flame along one of the graves. She noticed a similar but weaker phenomenon on the second grave. However, she did not see any witches or ghosts; she described the glowing appearances as a shining mist, one to two feet high, extending along the grave and hovering close to the surface. Later, she visited two large cemeteries near Vienna, where multiple burials occurred daily, and countless graves were nearby. There, she saw many graves with similar lights. Wherever she looked, she saw glowing patches scattered around. This phenomenon was most pronounced over the newest graves, while it was not visible over the oldest ones. She described the appearance less as a clear flame and more like a thick, vaporous mass of fire, something between fog and flame. On many graves, the flames reached four feet high, so when she stood on them, it enveloped her up to the neck. When she put her hand into it, it felt like thrusting it into a dense, fiery cloud. She showed no signs of fear, as she had been accustomed to such phenomena all her life and had often seen similar effects produced by natural causes in the author’s experiments.”

“Many ghost-stories will now find their natural explanation. We can also see that it was not altogether erroneous, when old women declared that all had not the gift to see the departed wandering about their graves; for it must have always been the sensitive alone who were able to perceive the light given out by the chemical action going on in the corpse. The author has thus, he hopes, succeeded in tearing down one of the most impenetrable barriers erected by dark ignorance and superstitious folly against the progress of natural truth.”

“Many ghost stories will now have their natural explanation. We can also understand that it wasn’t completely wrong when old women claimed that not everyone had the ability to see the spirits wandering around their graves; it must always have been only the sensitive ones who could perceive the light emitted by the chemical reactions occurring in the corpse. The author hopes he has succeeded in breaking down one of the most impenetrable barriers created by ignorance and superstitious foolishness against the advancement of natural truth.”

“(The reader will at once apply the above most remarkable experiments to the explanation of corpse-lights in churchyards, which were often visible to the gifted alone—to those who had the second-sight, for example. Many nervous or hysterical females must often have been alarmed by white, faintly-luminous objects in dark churchyards, to which objects fear has given a defined form. In this, as well as in numerous other points, which will force themselves on the attention of the careful reader of both works, Baron Reichenbach’s experiments illustrate the experiences of the Seeress of Prevorst.—W. G.)”[1]

“(Readers will immediately relate the remarkable experiments above to the phenomenon of corpse lights in graveyards, which were often only visible to those with special abilities—like second sight, for instance. Many anxious or emotionally sensitive women must have frequently been startled by white, softly glowing objects in dark churchyards, which their fear has shaped into recognizable forms. In this case, as well as in many other instances that will catch the attention of the attentive reader of both works, Baron Reichenbach’s experiments shed light on the experiences of the Seeress of Prevorst.—W. G.)”[1]

That the flames here described may have originated in chemical action, is an opinion I have no intention of disputing; the fact may possibly be so; such a phenomenon has frequently been observed hovering over coffins and decomposing flesh: but I confess I can not perceive the slightest grounds for the assertion that it was the ignorance, fear, and superstition, of Billing, who was an evangelical clergyman, that caused him to dress up this vaporous light in a human form and supply it with members, &c. In the first place, I see no proof adduced that Billing was either ignorant or superstitious, or even afraid—the feelings he complained of appearing to be rather physical than moral; and it must be a weak person indeed, who, in company with another, could be excited to such a freak of the imagination. It is easily comprehensible that that which appeared only a luminous vapor by day, might, when reflected on a darker atmosphere, present a defined form; and the suggestion of this possibility might lead to some curious speculations with regard to a mystery called the palinganesia, said to have been practised by some of the chemists and alchemists of the sixteenth century.

That the flames described here might have come from chemical reactions is an opinion I’m not going to argue against; it could very well be true. Such a phenomenon has often been seen around coffins and decomposing bodies. However, I admit I don’t see any basis for the claim that it was the ignorance, fear, and superstition of Billing, who was an evangelical clergyman, that made him shape this vaporous light into a human form and give it limbs, etc. First of all, I see no evidence presented that Billing was ignorant, superstitious, or even afraid—the feelings he expressed seemed more physical than moral. It must take a rather weak person to get caught up in such a wild imagination in the presence of another. It’s easy to understand how something that looks like just luminous vapor by day could take on a defined shape against a darker background; and this possibility might inspire some interesting theories about a mystery called the palinganesia, which is said to have been practiced by some chemists and alchemists in the sixteenth century.

Gaffarillus, in his book, entitled “Curiosités Inouies,” published in 1650, when speaking on the subject of talismans, signatures, &c., observes that, since in many instances the plants used for these purposes were reduced to ashes, and no longer retained their form, their efficacy, which depended on their figure, should inevitably be destroyed; but this, he says, is not the case, since, by an admirable potency existing in nature, the form, though invisible, is still retained in the ashes. This, he observes, may appear strange to those who have never attended to the subject; but he asserts that an account of the experiment will be found in the works of Mr. Du Chesne, one of the best chemists of the period, who had been shown, by a Polish physician at Cracow, certain vials containing ashes, which, when duly heated, exhibited the forms of various plants. A small obscure cloud was first observed, which gradually took on a defined form, and presented to the eye a rose, or whatever plant or flower the ashes consisted of. Mr. Du Chesne, however, had never been able to repeat the experiment, though he had made several unsuccessful attempts to do so; but at length he succeeded, by accident, in the following manner: Having for some purpose extracted the salts from some burnt nettles, and having left the ley outside the house all night, to cool, in the morning he found it frozen; and, to his surprise, the form and figure of the nettles were so exactly represented on the ice, that the living plant could not be more perfect. Delighted at this discovery, he summoned Mr. De Luynes, parliamentary councillor, to behold this curiosity; whence, he says, they both concluded that, when a body dies, its form or figure still resides in its ashes.

Gaffarillus, in his book titled “Unbelievable Curiosities,” published in 1650, discusses talismans, signatures, and similar topics. He notes that since many of the plants used for these purposes are turned to ashes and no longer keep their shape, their effectiveness, which relies on their form, should be lost. However, he argues that this isn’t true because, due to a remarkable power in nature, the form, although invisible, still exists in the ashes. He acknowledges that this might seem strange to those unfamiliar with the topic, but claims that an account of the experiment can be found in the works of Mr. Du Chesne, one of the top chemists of the time. A Polish doctor in Cracow showed him certain vials containing ashes that, when properly heated, revealed the shapes of different plants. A small, unclear cloud first appeared, which gradually took shape and visibly showed a rose, or whatever the ashes were from. However, Mr. Du Chesne was never able to replicate the experiment, despite several failed attempts. Eventually, by chance, he succeeded in the following way: after extracting salts from some burned nettles and leaving the liquid outside overnight to cool, he found it frozen in the morning. To his surprise, the shape of the nettles was perfectly represented on the ice, as if the living plant could not be more accurately depicted. Excited by this discovery, he called Mr. De Luynes, a parliamentary councilor, to witness this phenomenon; from this, they both concluded that even when a body dies, its form or shape still remains in its ashes.

Kircher, Vallemont, Digby, and others, are said to have practised this art of resuscitating the forms of plants from their ashes and at the meeting of naturalists at Stuttgard, in 1834, a Swiss savant seems to have revived the subject, and given a receipt for the experiment, extracted from a work by Oetinger, called “Thoughts on the Birth and Generation of Things.”—“The earthly husk,” says Oetinger, “remains in the retort, while the volatile essence ascends, like a spirit, perfect in form, but void of substance.”

Kircher, Vallemont, Digby, and others are reported to have practiced this art of bringing plant forms back to life from their ashes. At a gathering of naturalists in Stuttgart in 1834, a Swiss scholar seems to have revisited the topic and shared a method for the experiment, taken from a work by Oetinger called “Thoughts on the Birth and Generation of Things.” Oetinger states, “The earthly husk remains in the retort, while the volatile essence rises, like a spirit, perfect in form but lacking substance.”

But Oetinger also records another discovery of this description, which, he says, he fell upon unawares. A woman having brought him a large bunch of balm, he laid it under the tiles, which were yet warm with the summer’s heat, where it dried in the shade. But, it being in the month of September, the cold soon came, and contracted the leaves, without expelling the volatile salts. They lay there till the following June, when he chopped up the balm, put it into a glass retort, poured rain-water upon it, and placed a receiver above. He afterward heated it till the water boiled, and then increased the heat—whereupon there appeared on the water a coat of yellow oil, about the thickness of the back of a knife, and this oil shaped itself into the forms of innumerable balm-leaves, which did not run one into another, but remained perfectly distinct and defined, and exhibited all the marks that are seen in the leaves of the plant. Oetinger says he kept the fluid some time, and showed it to a number of people. At length, wishing to throw it away, he shook it, and the leaves ran into one another with the disturbance of the oil, but resumed their distinct shape again as soon as it was at rest, the fluid form retaining the perfect signature.

But Oetinger also noted another discovery of this kind, which he says he stumbled upon unexpectedly. A woman brought him a large bunch of balm, which he laid under the tiles that were still warm from the summer heat, allowing it to dry in the shade. However, since it was September, the cold soon arrived and caused the leaves to shrivel without removing the volatile salts. They remained there until the following June, when he chopped up the balm, put it into a glass retort, poured rainwater over it, and placed a receiver on top. He then heated it until the water boiled and increased the heat—at which point a layer of yellow oil formed on the water, about as thick as the back of a knife. This oil shaped itself into the forms of countless balm leaves, which did not merge but stayed perfectly distinct and defined, showing all the markings present in the leaves of the plant. Oetinger mentioned that he kept the liquid for a while and showed it to several people. Eventually, wanting to dispose of it, he shook it up, causing the leaves to merge together with the disturbance of the oil, but they regained their distinct shapes as soon as the liquid was still, retaining the perfect outline.

Now, how far these experiments are really practicable, I can not say; their not being repeated, or not being repeated successfully, is no very decided argument against their possibility, as all persons acquainted with the annals of chemistry well know; but there is certainly a curious coincidence between these details and the experience of Billing, where it is to be observed that, according to his account—and what right have we to dispute it?—the figure, after being disturbed by Pfeffel, always resumed its original form. The same peculiarity has been observed with respect to some apparitions, where the spectator has been bold enough to try the experiment. In a letter to Dr. Bentley, from the Rev. Thomas Wilkins, curate of Warblington, in Hampshire, written in the year 1695, wherein he gives an account of an apparition which haunted the parsonage-house, and which he himself and several other persons had seen, he particularly mentions that, thinking it might be some fellow hid in the room, he put his arm out to feel it, and his hand seemingly went through the body of it, and felt no manner of substance, until it reached the wall. “Then I drew back my hand, but still the apparition was in the same place.”

Now, I can’t say how feasible these experiments really are; the fact that they haven’t been repeated, or haven’t been successful, isn’t a strong argument against their possibility, as anyone familiar with the history of chemistry knows well. However, there is definitely an intriguing coincidence between these details and Billing’s experience, where it’s noted that, according to his account—and what grounds do we have to dispute it?—the figure, after being disturbed by Pfeffel, always returned to its original shape. The same oddity has been observed with some apparitions when the observer has been brave enough to attempt the experiment. In a letter to Dr. Bentley from Rev. Thomas Wilkins, curate of Warblington in Hampshire, written in 1695, he describes an apparition that haunted the parsonage, which he and several other people witnessed. He specifically mentions that, believing it might be someone hiding in the room, he reached out to touch it, and his hand seemingly went through its body, feeling no substance until it hit the wall. “Then I pulled back my hand, but the apparition was still in the same spot.”

Yet this spectre did not appear above or near a grave, but moved from place to place, and gave considerable annoyance to the inhabitants of the rectory.

Yet this ghost didn't appear above or near a grave, but moved from place to place, causing significant annoyance to the residents of the rectory.

With respect to the lights over the graves, sufficing to account for the persuasion regarding what are called corpse-candles, they certainly, up to a certain point, afford a very satisfactory explanation, but that explanation does not comprehend the whole of the mystery; for most of those persons who have professed to see corpse-candles, have also asserted that they were not always stationary over the graves, but sometimes moved from place to place, as in the following instance, related to me by a gentleman who assured me that he received the account from the person who witnessed the phenomenon. Now, this last fact—I mean the locomotion of the lights—will, of course, be disputed; but so was their existence: yet they exist, for all that, and may travel from place to place, for anything we know to the contrary.

Regarding the lights over the graves, which people call corpse candles, they do provide a pretty decent explanation, but it doesn't cover the whole mystery; most people who claim to have seen corpse-candles have also stated that they didn't always stay still over the graves, but sometimes moved around instead. For example, a gentleman told me a story he got from someone who witnessed this phenomenon. Now, this last detail—the lights moving—will definitely be challenged, but so was the claim of their existence: yet they exist, regardless, and might move from one place to another, for all we know.

The story related to me, or a similar instance, is, I think, mentioned by Mrs. Grant; but it was to the effect that a minister, newly inducted in his curé, was standing one evening leaning over the wall of the churchyard which adjoined the manse, when he observed a light hovering over a particular spot. Supposing it to be somebody with a lantern, he opened the wicket and went forward to ascertain who it might be; but before he reached the spot, the light moved onward; and he followed, but could see nobody. It did not rise far from the ground, but advanced rapidly across the road, entered a wood, and ascended a hill, till it at length disappeared at the door of a farmhouse. Unable to comprehend of what nature this light could be, the minister was deliberating whether to make inquiries at the house or return, when it appeared again, seeming to come out of the house, accompanied by another, passed him, and, going over the same ground, they both disappeared on the spot where he had first observed the phenomenon. He left a mark on the grave by which he might recognise it, and the next day inquired of the sexton whose it was. The man said it belonged to a family that lived up the hill (indicating the house the light had stopped at), named M’D⁠——, but that it was a considerable time since any one had been buried there. The minister was extremely surprised to learn, in the course of the day, that a child of that family had died of scarlet fever on the preceding evening.

The story related to me, or something similar, is mentioned by Mrs. Grant. It goes like this: One evening, a newly inducted minister was leaning over the wall of the churchyard next to the manse when he noticed a light hovering over a specific spot. Thinking it was someone with a lantern, he opened the gate and went closer to see who it could be. But before he got to the spot, the light moved on; he followed it but couldn’t see anyone. The light stayed low to the ground but moved quickly across the road, entered a wood, and went up a hill until it finally disappeared at the door of a farmhouse. Confused about what this light could be, the minister debated whether to ask about it at the house or go back. Just then, it appeared again, seeming to come out of the house along with another light, passed him by, and retraced its path, both lights vanishing at the spot where he had first seen them. He marked the grave to recognize it and the next day asked the sexton whose grave it was. The sexton said it belonged to a family that lived up the hill (pointing to the house where the light had stopped), named M’D——, but it had been a long time since anyone had been buried there. Later that day, the minister was shocked to find out that a child from that family had died of scarlet fever the night before.

With respect to the class of phenomena accompanied by this phosphorescent light, I shall have more to say by-and-by. The above will appear a very incredible story to many people, and there was a time that it would have appeared equally so to myself; but I have met with so much strange corroborative evidence, that I no longer feel myself entitled to reject it. I asked the gentleman who told me the story, whether he believed it; he said that he could not believe in anything of the sort. I then inquired if he would accept the testimony of that minister on any other question, and he answered, “Most assuredly.” As, however, I shall have occasion to recur to this subject in a subsequent chapter, I will leave it aside for the present, and relate some of the facts which led me to the consideration of the above theories and experiments.

Regarding the phenomena associated with this phosphorescent light, I'll discuss it more later. The above may sound unbelievable to many, and there was a time when I would have thought the same; however, I've encountered so much unusual supporting evidence that I no longer feel justified in dismissing it. I asked the gentleman who shared the story if he believed it, and he replied that he couldn't accept anything like that. I then asked if he would trust the minister's testimony on any other matter, and he said, “Absolutely.” Since I'll need to revisit this topic in a later chapter, I'll set it aside for now and share some facts that led me to explore the above theories and experiments.

Dr. S⁠—— relates that a Madame T⁠——, in Prussia, dreamed, on the 16th of March, 1832, that the door opened, and her god-father, Mr. D⁠——, who was much attached to her, entered the room, dressed as he usually was when prepared for church on Sundays; and that, knowing him to be in bad health, she asked him what he was doing abroad at such an early hour, and whether he was quite well again. Whereupon, he answered that he was; and, being about to undertake a very long journey, he had come to bid her farewell, and to intrust her with a commission, which was, that she would deliver a letter he had written to his wife; but accompanying it with an injunction that she (the wife) was not to open it till that day four years, when he would return himself, precisely at five o’clock in the morning, to fetch the answer, till which period he charged her not to break the seal. He then handed her a letter, sealed with black, the writing on which shone through the paper, so that she (the dreamer) was able to perceive that it contained an announcement to Mrs. D⁠——, the wife, with whom, on account of the levity of her character, he had long lived unhappily, that she would die at that time four years.

Dr. S⁠—— recounts that a Madame T⁠—— in Prussia had a dream on March 16, 1832, in which her godfather, Mr. D⁠——, who was very dear to her, entered the room dressed as he always was for church on Sundays. Knowing he was in poor health, she asked him what he was doing out so early and if he was feeling better. He replied that he was indeed well and that, as he was about to embark on a very long journey, he had come to say goodbye and to ask her for a favor: to deliver a letter he had written to his wife. However, he cautioned her that his wife should not open it until exactly four years later, when he would return at five o'clock in the morning to collect her response, and until then, she must not break the seal. He then handed her a letter sealed with black, the writing of which was visible through the paper, allowing her (the dreamer) to see that it contained a message for Mrs. D⁠——, his wife, informing her that, due to her frivolous nature, she would die in four years' time.

At this moment, the sleeper was awakened by what appeared to her a pressure of the hand; and, feeling an entire conviction that this was something more than an ordinary dream, she was not surprised to learn that her god-father was dead. She related the dream to Madame D⁠——, omitting, however, to mention the announcement contained in the letter, which she thought the dream plainly indicated was not to be communicated. The widow laughed at the story, soon resumed her gay life, and married again. In the winter of 1835-’6, however, she was attacked by an intermittent fever, on which occasion Dr. S⁠—— was summoned to attend her. After various vicissitudes, she finally sunk; and, on the 16th of March, 1836, exactly at five o’clock in the morning, she suddenly started up in her bed, and, fixing her eyes apparently on some one she saw standing at the foot, she exclaimed: “What are you come for? God be gracious to me! I never believed it!” She then sank back, closed her eyes, which she never opened again, and, in a quarter of an hour afterward, expired very calmly.

At that moment, the sleeper was awakened by what felt like a hand pressing down on her; and, feeling completely certain that this was more than just a regular dream, she wasn’t surprised to find out that her godfather had passed away. She shared the dream with Madame D⁠——, but she decided not to mention the announcement in the letter, which she felt the dream clearly indicated should remain private. The widow laughed at the story, quickly went back to her lively lifestyle, and remarried. However, in the winter of 1835-’6, she fell ill with an intermittent fever, and Dr. S⁠—— was called to take care of her. After going through various ups and downs, she eventually succumbed; and on March 16, 1836, exactly at five o’clock in the morning, she suddenly sat up in her bed, and, staring at someone she seemed to see standing at the foot of her bed, she exclaimed: “What are you here for? God help me! I never believed it!” She then lay back down, closed her eyes, which she never opened again, and about fifteen minutes later, she passed away very peacefully.

A friend of mine, Mrs. M⁠——, a native of the West Indies, was at Blair Logie at the period of the death of Dr. Abercrombie, in Edinburgh, with whom she was extremely intimate. Dr. A. died quite suddenly, without any previous indisposition, just as he was about to go out in his carriage, at 11 o’clock on a Thursday morning. On the night between the Thursday and Friday, Mrs. M⁠—— dreamed that she saw the family of Dr. A. all dressed in white, dancing a solemn funereal dance; upon which she awoke, wondering that she should have dreamed a thing so incongruous, since it was contrary to their custom to dance on any occasion. Immediately afterward, while speaking to her maid who had come to call her, she saw Dr. Abercrombie against the wall, with his jaw fallen, and a livid countenance, mournfully shaking his head as he looked at her. She passed the day in great uneasiness, and wrote to inquire for the doctor, relating what had happened, and expressing her certainty that he was dead; the letter was seen by several persons in Edinburgh on the day of its arrival.

A friend of mine, Mrs. M⁠——, who is from the West Indies, was at Blair Logie when Dr. Abercrombie died in Edinburgh. She was very close to him. Dr. A. passed away suddenly, with no prior health issues, just as he was about to leave in his carriage at 11 o’clock on a Thursday morning. That night, between Thursday and Friday, Mrs. M⁠—— dreamed she saw Dr. A.’s family, all dressed in white, performing a solemn funeral dance. She woke up, confused by such an unusual dream, knowing they typically didn’t dance on any occasion. Shortly after, while talking to her maid who had come to wake her, she saw Dr. Abercrombie standing against the wall, with his jaw dropped and a pale face, sadly shaking his head as he looked at her. She spent the day feeling very uneasy and wrote to ask about the doctor, sharing what had happened and insisting that he was dead; the letter was seen by several people in Edinburgh on the day it arrived.

The two following cases seem rather to belong to what is called, in the east, second hearing,—although sympathy was probably the exciting cause of the phenomena. A lady and gentleman in Berwickshire were awakened one night by a loud cry, which they both immediately recognised to proceed from the voice of their son, who was then absent and at a considerable distance. Tidings subsequently reached them, that exactly at that period their son had fallen overboard and was drowned. On another occasion, in Perthshire, a person aroused her husband one night, saying that their son was drowned, for she had been awakened by the splash. Her presentiment also proved too well founded, the young man having fallen from the mast-head of the ship. In both cases, we may naturally conclude that the thoughts of the young men, at the moment of the accident, would rush homeward; and, admitting Dr. Ennemoser’s theory of polarity, the passive sleepers became the recipients of the force. I confess, however, that the opinions of another section of philosophers appear to me to be more germain to the matter; although, to many persons, they will doubtless be difficult of acceptance, from their appertaining to those views commonly called mystical.

The two cases that follow seem to fit into what's known in the East as second hearing, although it’s likely that sympathy sparked the phenomena. A man and woman in Berwickshire were awakened one night by a loud cry, which they both immediately recognized as the voice of their son, who was far away at the time. They later learned that at that exact moment, their son had fallen overboard and drowned. On another occasion in Perthshire, a woman woke her husband one night, saying their son was drowned because she had heard the splash. Her intuition also turned out to be correct, as the young man had fallen from the mast of the ship. In both instances, we can reasonably assume that the young men’s thoughts, at the moment of the accidents, would have rushed home; and, if we accept Dr. Ennemoser’s theory of polarity, the sleeping parents became the receivers of that energy. I must admit, however, that the views of another group of philosophers seem more relevant to the situation; although for many, these ideas will likely be hard to accept since they align with what are often called mystical beliefs.

These psychologists then believe, as did Socrates and Plato, and others of the ancients, that in certain conditions of the body, which conditions may arise naturally, or be produced artificially, the links which unite it with the spirit may be more or less loosened; and that the latter may thus be temporarily disjoined from the former, and so enjoy a foretaste of its future destiny. In the lowest or first degree of this disunion, we are awake, though scarcely conscious, while the imagination is vivified to an extraordinary amount, and our fancy supplies images almost as lively as the realities. This probably is the temporary condition of inspired poets and eminent discoverers.

These psychologists believe, just like Socrates, Plato, and other ancient thinkers, that under certain physical conditions—whether they happen naturally or are created artificially—the connection between the body and the spirit can become more or less loose. This means that the spirit can become temporarily separated from the body and get a glimpse of its future. In the first stage of this disconnection, we are awake but hardly aware, while our imagination is incredibly active, and our mind fills in images that are almost as vivid as reality. This is likely what happens to inspired poets and great innovators.

Sleep is considered another stage of this disjunction; and the question has ever been raised whether, when the body is in profound sleep, the spirit is not altogether free and living in another world, while the organic life proceeds as usual, and sustains the temple till the return of its inhabitant. Without at present attempting to support or refute this doctrine, I will only observe, that once admitting the possibility of the disunion, all consideration of time must be set aside as irrelevant to the question; for spirit, freed from matter, must move with the rapidity of thought;—in short, a spirit must be where its thoughts and affections are.

Sleep is seen as another phase of this separation; and the question has always been asked whether, when the body is in deep sleep, the spirit might be completely free and existing in another realm, while the bodily functions continue as normal, supporting the vessel until the return of its occupant. Without trying to prove or disprove this idea at the moment, I will simply note that once we allow for the possibility of this disconnection, all considerations of time must be disregarded as irrelevant to the issue; because the spirit, released from the physical, must move as quickly as thought;—in short, A spirit has to be wherever its thoughts and feelings are..

It is the opinion of these psychologists, however, that in the normal and healthy condition of man, the union of body, soul, and spirit, is most complete, and that all the degrees of disunion in the waking state are degrees of morbid derangement. Hence it is that somnambulists and clairvoyants are chiefly to be found among sickly women. There have been persons who have appeared to possess a power which they could exert at will, whereby they withdrew from their bodies, these remaining during the absence of the spirit in a state of catalepsy, scarcely if at all to be distinguished from death.

It is the view of these psychologists that in a normal and healthy state, the connection between body, mind, and spirit is most complete, and any degree of disconnection while awake indicates some kind of disorder. That's why sleepwalkers and clairvoyants are mostly found among unwell women. Some individuals have shown what seems like a power they could control at will, allowing them to leave their bodies, which would then remain in a state resembling catalepsy, barely distinguishable from death.

I say withdrew from their bodies, assuming that to be the explanation of the mystery; for, of course, it is but an assumption. Epimenides is recorded to have possessed this faculty; and Hermotinus, of Clazomenes, is said to have wandered, in spirit, over the world, while his body lay apparently dead. At length his wife, taking advantage of this absence of his soul, burned his body and thus intercepted its return: so say Lucien and Pliny the elder;—and Varro relates, that the eldest of two brothers, named Corfidius, being supposed to die, his will was opened and preparations were made for his funeral by the other brother, who was declared his heir. In the meantime, however, Corfidius revived, and told the astonished attendants, whom he summoned by clapping his hands, that he had just come from his younger brother, who had committed his daughter to his care, and informed him where he had buried some gold, requesting that the funeral preparations he had made might be converted to his own use. Immediately afterward, the news arrived that the younger brother was unexpectedly deceased, and the gold was found at the place indicated. The last appears to have been a case of natural trance; but the two most remarkable instances of voluntary trance I have met with in modern times is that of Colonel Townshend, and the dervish who allowed himself to be buried. With regard to the former, he could, to all appearance, die whenever he pleased; his heart ceased to beat; there was no perceptible respiration; and his whole frame became cold and rigid as death itself; the features being shrunk and colorless, and the eyes glazed and ghastly. He would continue in this state for several hours and then gradually revive; but the revival does not appear to have been an effort of will—or rather, we are not informed whether it was so or not. Neither are we told whether he brought any recollections back with him, nor how this strange faculty was first developed or discovered—all very important points, and well worthy of investigation.[2]

I say withdrew from their bodies, thinking that this might explain the mystery; after all, it's just a guess. Epimenides is said to have had this ability; and Hermotinus from Clazomenes reportedly traveled, in spirit, across the world while his body lay seemingly lifeless. Eventually, his wife took advantage of this absence of his soul and burned his body, preventing its return: that’s the account from Lucien and Pliny the Elder;—and Varro recounts that the older of two brothers, named Corfidius, was thought to be dead, so his will was read and funeral plans were made by the other brother, who was named heir. In the meantime, Corfidius came back to life and told the astonished attendants, whom he called by clapping his hands, that he had just returned from his younger brother, who had entrusted his daughter to him and mentioned where he had buried some gold, asking that the funeral preparations he had arranged be used for himself. Shortly after, news came that the younger brother had unexpectedly died, and the gold was found where he said it would be. That last case seems to have been a natural trance; but the two most notable instances of voluntary trance I’ve encountered in modern times are that of Colonel Townshend and the dervish who allowed himself to be buried. In the case of Colonel Townshend, he seemed to be able to die on command; his heart would stop beating, there was no visible breathing, and his body became cold and stiff as death. His features would appear sunken and colorless, and his eyes would look glazed and eerie. He would stay in this state for several hours before gradually reviving; however, it doesn’t seem like the revival was a matter of will—or at least, we aren't told whether it was or not. We're also not informed if he had any memories from the experience, or how this unusual ability first came about—all very important points that deserve further investigation.[2]

With respect to the dervish, or fakeer, an account of his singular faculty was, I believe, first presented to the public in the Calcutta papers about nine or ten years ago. He had then frequently exhibited it for the satisfaction of the natives; but subsequently he was put to the proof by some of the European officers and residents. Captain Wade, political agent at Loodhiana, was present when he was disinterred, ten months after he had been buried by General Ventura, in presence of the maharajah and many of his principal sirdars.

Regarding the dervish, or fakir, an account of his unique ability was, I think, first shared with the public in the Calcutta papers around nine or ten years ago. At that time, he had often showcased it to entertain the locals; however, later he was tested by some European officers and residents. Captain Wade, the political agent in Loodhiana, witnessed him being exhumed ten months after General Ventura buried him, in front of the maharajah and many of his top sirdars.

It appears that the man previously prepared himself by some processes, which, he says, temporarily annihilate the powers of digestion, so that milk received into the stomach undergoes no change. He next forces all the breath in his body into his brain, which becomes very hot, upon which the lungs collapse, and the heart ceases to beat. He then stops up, with wax, every aperture of the body through which air could enter, except the mouth, but the tongue is so turned back as to close the gullet, upon which a state of insensibility ensues. He is then stripped and put into a linen bag; and, on the occasion in question, this bag was sealed with Runjeet Sing’s own seal. It was then placed in a deal box, which was also locked and sealed, and the box being buried in a vault, the earth was thrown over it and trod down, after which a crop of barley was sown on the spot, and sentries placed to watch it. The maharajah, however, was so skeptical, that, in spite of all these precautions, he had him, twice in the course of the ten months, dug up and examined, and each time he was found to be exactly in the same state as when they had shut him up.

It seems that the man had previously prepared himself through certain processes that, according to him, temporarily shut down his digestive powers, so that milk entering his stomach doesn’t change. Next, he forces all the air in his body into his brain, causing it to heat up, which makes his lungs collapse and his heart stop beating. He then blocks all openings in his body where air could get in, except for his mouth, but his tongue is positioned to close off the throat, which leads to a state of unconsciousness. He is then stripped and placed into a linen bag; on this particular occasion, the bag was sealed with Runjeet Sing’s own seal. It was then placed in a wooden box, which was also locked and sealed, and after being buried in a vault, dirt was piled on top and compacted down, after which a barley crop was planted on the spot, with guards assigned to watch it. However, the maharajah was so doubtful that, despite all these precautions, he had him dug up and examined twice over the course of ten months, and each time he was found to be exactly as he was when they sealed him in.

When he is disinterred, the first step toward his recovery is to turn back his tongue, which is found quite stiff, and requires for some time to be retained in its proper position by the finger; warm water is poured upon him, and his eyes and lips moistened with ghee, or oil. His recovery is much more rapid than might be expected, and he is soon able to recognise the bystanders, and converse. He says, that, during this state of trance, his dreams are ravishing, and that it is very painful to be awakened; but I do not know that he has ever disclosed any of his experiences. His only apprehension seems to be, lest he should be attacked by insects, to avoid which accident the box is slung to the ceiling. The interval seems to be passed in a complete state of hibernation; and when he is taken up, no pulse is perceptible, and his eyes are glazed like those of a corpse.

When he is dug up, the first step toward his recovery is to straighten his tongue, which is found to be quite stiff and needs to be held in place with a finger for a while. Warm water is poured on him, and his eyes and lips are moistened with ghee or oil. His recovery is much quicker than expected, and he soon begins to recognize the people around him and engage in conversation. He says that during this trance state, his dreams are amazing, and it’s very painful to be awakened; however, I’m not aware that he has ever shared any of his experiences. His only concern seems to be the fear of being bitten by insects, so to prevent that, the box is hung from the ceiling. The time he spends in this state appears to be a complete hibernation; when he’s lifted out, there’s no pulse detectable, and his eyes look glassy like those of a corpse.

He subsequently refused to submit to the conditions proposed by some English officers, and thus incurred their suspicions, that the whole thing was an imposition; but the experiment has been too often repeated by people very well capable of judging, and under too stringent precautions, to allow of this mode of escaping the difficulty. The man assumes to be holy, and is very probably a worthless fellow, but that does not affect the question one way or the other. Indian princes do not permit themselves to be imposed on with impunity; and, as Runjeet Sing would not value the man’s life at a pin’s point, he would neglect no means of debarring him all access to food or air.

He then refused to accept the conditions proposed by some English officers, which made them suspicious that it was all a scam. However, this experiment has been conducted too many times by people who really know what they're doing and under strict precautions to dismiss it like that. The man claims to be sacred, and he might actually be a worthless person, but that doesn't change the issue. Indian princes don’t let themselves be taken advantage of without consequences; and since Runjeet Sing wouldn’t value the man’s life at all, he would make sure to cut off all his access to food or air.

In the above-quoted cases, except in those of Corfidius and Hermotinus, the absence of the spirit is alone suggested to the spectator by the condition of the body; since the memory of one state does not appear to have been carried into the other—if the spirit wandered into other regions it brings no tidings back; but we have many cases recorded where this deficient evidence seems to be supplied. The magicians and soothsayers of the northern countries, by narcotics, and other means, produce a cataleptic state of the body, resembling death, when their prophetic faculty is to be exercised; and although we know that an alloy of imposition is generally mixed up with these exhibitions, still it is past a doubt, that a state of what we call clear-seeing is thus induced; and that on awaking, they bring tidings from various parts of the world of actions then performing and events occurring, which subsequent investigations have verified.

In the cases mentioned above, except for Corfidius and Hermotinus, the lack of the spirit is only hinted to the observer by the state of the body; since it seems that the memory of one condition does not carry over into the other—if the spirit travels to other places, it doesn’t bring any news back. However, there are many documented instances where this lack of evidence appears to be compensated for. The magicians and fortune-tellers from northern regions use narcotics and other methods to create a cataleptic state in the body, mimicking death, when their prophetic abilities are called upon. Although we know that a degree of deception often accompanies these performances, it’s undeniable that a state of what we refer to as clear-seeing is induced in this way; and upon waking, they provide information from various areas about actions taking place and events happening, which later investigations have confirmed.

One of the most remarkable cases of this kind, is that recorded by Jung Stilling, of a man, who about the year 1740, resided in the neighborhood of Philadelphia, in the United States. His habits were retired, and he spoke little; he was grave, benevolent, and pious, and nothing was known against his character, except that he had the reputation of possessing some secrets that were not altogether lawful. Many extraordinary stories were told of him, and among the rest, the following: The wife of a ship-captain, whose husband was on a voyage to Europe and Africa, and from whom she had been long without tidings, overwhelmed with anxiety for his safety, was induced to address herself to this person. Having listened to her story, he begged her to excuse him for awhile, when he would bring her the intelligence she required. He then passed into an inner room, and she sat herself down to wait; but his absence continuing longer than she expected, she became impatient, thinking he had forgotten her; and so softly approaching the door, she peeped through some aperture, and to her surprise, beheld him lying on a sofa, as motionless as if he was dead. She of course, did not think it advisable to disturb him, but waited his return, when he told her that her husband had not been able to write to her for such and such reasons; but that he was then in a coffeehouse in London, and would shortly be home again. Accordingly, he arrived, and as the lady learned from him that the causes of his unusual silence had been precisely those alleged by the man, she felt extremely desirous of ascertaining the truth of the rest of the information; and in this she was gratified; for he no sooner set his eyes on the magician than he said that he had seen him before, on a certain day, in a coffeehouse in London; and that he had told him his wife was extremely uneasy about him; and that he, the captain, had thereon mentioned how he had been prevented writing; adding that he was on the eve of embarking for America. He had then lost sight of the stranger among the throng, and knew nothing more about him.

One of the most remarkable cases of this kind is the one recorded by Jung Stilling about a man who, around the year 1740, lived near Philadelphia, in the United States. He led a quiet life and spoke little; he was serious, kind, and religious, and nothing was known against his character, except that he had a reputation for having some secrets that weren't entirely legal. Many extraordinary stories were told about him, including this one: The wife of a ship captain, whose husband was on a voyage to Europe and Africa and from whom she hadn't heard for a long time, was overwhelmed with worry for his safety and decided to seek this man out. After listening to her story, he asked her to give him a moment, promising he would return with the news she needed. He then went into another room, and she sat down to wait. However, when his absence lasted longer than she anticipated, she grew impatient, thinking he had forgotten her. So she quietly approached the door and peeked through a crack, only to find him lying on a sofa, completely still as if he were dead. Not wanting to disturb him, she waited for him to return, at which point he told her that her husband had been unable to write to her for certain reasons but that he was currently in a coffeehouse in London and would be back home soon. When her husband arrived, he confirmed that the reasons for his unusual silence were exactly as the man had said. Eager to find out if the rest of the information was accurate, she learned that as soon as her husband spotted the magician, he recognized him from a certain day in a London coffeehouse. He told the magician that his wife was very worried about him and mentioned how he had been unable to write, adding that he was about to leave for America. He then lost sight of the stranger in the crowd and didn't know anything more about him.

I have no authority for this story, but that of Jung Stilling; and if it stood alone, it might appear very incredible; but it is supported by so many parallel examples of information given by people in somnambulic states, that we are not entitled to reject it on the score of impossibility.

I don't have any authority for this story except for that of Jung Stilling; and if it were the only one, it might seem quite unbelievable. However, it's backed by so many similar accounts of information given by people in a sleepwalking state that we can't dismiss it as impossible.

The late Mr. John Holloway, of the bank of England, brother to the engraver of that name, related of himself that being one night in bed with his wife and unable to sleep, he had fixed his eyes and thoughts with uncommon intensity on a beautiful star that was shining in at the window, when he suddenly found his spirit released from his body and soaring into that bright sphere. But, instantly seized with anxiety for the anguish of his wife, if she discovered his body apparently dead beside her, he returned, and re-entered it with difficulty (hence, perhaps, the violent convulsions with which some somnambules of the highest order are awakened). He described that returning, was returning to darkness; and that while the spirit was free, he was alternately in the light or the dark, accordingly as his thoughts were with his wife or with the star. He said that he always avoided anything that could produce a repetition of this accident, the consequences of it being very distressing.

The late Mr. John Holloway, from the Bank of England, who was the brother of the engraver of the same name, shared a personal experience. One night, unable to sleep beside his wife, he focused his gaze and thoughts intensely on a beautiful star shining through the window. Suddenly, he felt his spirit detach from his body and soar into that bright sphere. But he quickly became anxious about the distress his wife would feel if she found his body looking lifeless next to her, so he returned and re-entered it with challenge (which might explain the violent convulsions that some high-level sleepwalkers experience when they are awoken). He described the return as going back into darkness; while his spirit was free, he alternated between light and dark, depending on whether his thoughts were with his wife or the star. He mentioned that he always avoided anything that could cause a repeat of this incident, as the consequences were very upsetting.

We know that by intense contemplation of this sort, the dervishes produce a state of ecstasy, in which they pretend to be transported to other spheres; and not only the seeress of Prevorst, but many other persons in a highly magnetic state, have asserted the same thing of themselves; and certainly the singular conformity of the intelligence they bring is not a little remarkable.

We know that through intense contemplation like this, the dervishes create a state of ecstasy, where they claim to be taken to other realms. Not only the seeress of Prevorst has experienced this, but many others in a very magnetic state have said the same about themselves; and the unique consistency of the insights they provide is certainly quite remarkable.

Dr. Kerner relates of his somnambule, Frederica Hauffe, that one day, at Weinsberg, she exclaimed in her sleep, “Oh! God!” She immediately awoke, as if aroused by the exclamation, and said that she seemed to have heard two voices proceeding from herself. At this time her father was lying dead in his coffin, at Oberstenfeld, and Dr. Fohr, the physician, who had attended him in his illness, was sitting with another person in an adjoining room, with the door open, when he heard the exclamation “Oh, God!” so distinctly, that, feeling certain there was nobody there, he hastened to the coffin, whence the sound had appeared to proceed, thinking that Mr. W⁠——’s death had only been apparent, and that he was reviving. The other person, who was an uncle of Frederica, had heard nothing. No person was discovered from whom the exclamation could have proceeded, and the circumstance remained a mystery till an explanation ensued. Plutarch relates, that a certain man, called Thespesius, having fallen from a great height, was taken up apparently dead from the shock, although no external wound was to be discovered. On the third day after the accident, however, when they were about to bury him, he unexpectedly revived; and it was afterward observed, to the surprise of all who knew him, that, from being a vicious reprobate, he became one of the most virtuous of men. On being interrogated with respect to the cause of the change, he related that, during the period of his bodily insensibility, it appeared to him that he was dead, and that he had been first plunged into the depths of an ocean, out of which however, he soon emerged, and then, at one view, the whole of space was disclosed to him. Everything appeared in a different aspect, and the dimensions of the planetary bodies, and the intervals between them, were tremendous, while his spirit seemed to float in a sea of light, like a ship in calm waters. He also described many other things that he had seen. He said that the souls of the dead, on quitting the body, appeared like a bubble of light, out of which a human form was quickly evolved. That of these, some shot away at once in a direct line, with great rapidity, while others, on the contrary, seemed unable to find their due course, and continued to hover about, going hither and thither, till at length they also darted away in one direction or another. He recognised few of these persons he saw, but those whom he did, and sought to address, appeared as if they were stunned and amazed, and avoided him with terror. Their voices were indistinct, and seemed to be uttering vague lamentings. There were others, also, who floated farther from the earth, who looked bright, and were gracious; these avoided the approach of the last. In short, the demeanor and appearance of these spirits manifested clearly their degrees of joy or grief. Thespesius was then informed by one of them, that he was not dead, but that he had been permitted to come there by a Divine decree, and that his soul, which was yet attached to his body, as by an anchor, would return to it again. Thespesius then observed that he was different to the dead by whom he was surrounded, and this observation seemed to restore him to his recollection. They were transparent, and environed by a radiance, but he seemed to trail after him a dark ray, or line of shadow. These spirits also presented very different aspects; some were entirely pervaded by a mild, clear radiance, like that of the full moon; through others there appeared faint streaks, that diminished this splendor; while others, on the contrary, were distinguished by spots, or stripes of black, or of a dark color, like the marks on the skin of a viper.

Dr. Kerner recounts an incident involving his sleepwalker, Frederica Hauffe, who one day, while at Weinsberg, suddenly exclaimed in her sleep, “Oh! God!” She instantly woke up as if the exclamation had jolted her, and said she felt like she had heard two voices coming from within herself. At that moment, her father was lying dead in his coffin in Oberstenfeld, and Dr. Fohr, the doctor who had cared for him during his illness, was sitting with another person in a nearby room with the door open when he distinctly heard the shout of “Oh, God!” Thinking that Mr. W⁠——’s death might have been a false alarm and that he was coming back to life, he rushed to the coffin, believing the sound had come from there. The other person, an uncle of Frederica, heard nothing. No one was found who could have uttered the exclamation, and the event remained a mystery until it was resolved. Plutarch tells of a man named Thespesius, who, after falling from a great height, was found apparently dead, with no visible wounds. However, on the third day post-accident, just as they were about to bury him, he unexpectedly revived; and it was later noticed, to everyone's astonishment, that he transformed from a depraved individual into one of the most virtuous men. When questioned about the reason for his change, he explained that during his period of unconsciousness, he believed he was dead and had initially been plunged into an ocean’s depths, from which he soon resurfaced, and then saw the entirety of space revealed before him. Everything looked different, and the size of the planets and the distances between them were immense while his spirit felt like it was floating in a sea of light, similar to a ship in calm waters. He described many other visions he experienced too. He said that the souls of the deceased appeared like bubbles of light, out of which human forms quickly emerged. Some of these souls shot away in a straight line with great speed, while others seemed lost, wandering aimlessly until they also finally darted off in one direction or another. He recognized few of the faces he saw; those whom he did recognize appeared stunned and terrified, avoiding him. Their voices were unclear and seemed to express vague sorrow. Others floated higher above the ground, radiating light and kindness; they avoided the last group. In short, the behavior and appearance of these spirits clearly showed their levels of joy or sorrow. One of them informed Thespesius that he was not dead, but had been allowed to be there by a Divine decision, and that his soul, still tethered to his body like an anchor, would return. Thespesius then noticed he was different from the dead around him, which seemed to jog his memory. They were transparent, surrounded by a glow, while he trailed behind a dark ray or shadow. The spirits also appeared in various forms; some were entirely filled with a soft, clear light, like that of the full moon; others had faint streaks that lessened that brightness, while others were marked by dark spots or stripes, similar to a snake’s skin.

There is a circumstance which I can not help here mentioning in connection with this history of Thespesius, which on first reading struck me very forcibly.

There’s a situation that I have to mention in relation to this story of Thespesius, which really stood out to me when I first read it.

About three years ago, I had several opportunities of seeing two young girls, then under the care of a Mr. A⁠——, of Edinburgh, who hoped, chiefly by means of magnetism, to restore them to sight. One was a maid-servant afflicted with amaurosis, whom he had taken into his house from a charitable desire to be of use to her; the other, who had been blind from her childhood, was a young lady in better circumstances, the daughter of respectable tradespeople in the north of England. The girl with amaurosis was restored to sight, and the other was so far benefited that she could distinguish houses, trees, carriages, &c., and at length, though obscurely, the features of a person near her. At this period of the curé she was, unhappily, removed, and may possibly have relapsed into her former state. My reason, however, for alluding to these young women on this occasion is, that they were in the habit of saying, when in the magnetic state—for they were both, more or less, clairvoyantes—that the people whom Dr. A⁠—— was magnetizing, in the same room, presented very different appearances. Some of them they described as looking bright, while others were, in different degrees, streaked with black.

About three years ago, I had several chances to see two young girls who were under the care of a Mr. A⁠—— from Edinburgh. He hoped to restore their sight mostly through magnetism. One was a maid suffering from amaurosis, whom he took in out of a desire to help her; the other was a young lady who had been blind since childhood and came from a respectable family in the north of England. The girl with amaurosis regained her sight, and the other girl improved enough to recognize houses, trees, carriages, etc., and eventually, though faintly, the features of someone nearby. Unfortunately, during the course of the treatment, she was moved and may have slipped back into her previous condition. The reason I bring up these young women now is that they used to say, while in the magnetic state—since they were both somewhat psychics—that the people Dr. A⁠—— was magnetizing in the same room appeared very different. Some of them they described as looking bright, while others were, to varying degrees, streaked with black.

One or two they mentioned over whom there seemed to hang a sort of cloud, like a ragged veil of darkness. They also said, though this was before any tidings of Baron von Reichenbach’s discoveries had reached this country, that they saw light streaming from the fingers of Mr. A⁠—— when he magnetized them; and that sometimes his whole person seemed to them radiant. Now, I am positively certain that neither Mr. A⁠—— nor these girls had ever heard of this story of Thespesius; neither had I, at that time; and I confess, when I did meet with it I was a good deal struck by the coincidence. These young people said that it was the “goodness or badness,” meaning the moral state, of the persons that was thus indicated. Now, surely, this concurrence between the man mentioned by Plutarch, and these two girls—one of whom had no education whatever, and the other very little—is worthy of some regard.

One or two of them mentioned people who seemed to be surrounded by a kind of cloud, like a torn veil of darkness. They also said, though this was before any news of Baron von Reichenbach’s discoveries had arrived in this country, that they saw light streaming from Mr. A⁠——’s fingers when he magnetized them; and that sometimes he seemed completely radiant. Now, I’m pretty sure that neither Mr. A⁠—— nor these girls had heard of the story of Thespesius; I certainly hadn’t at that time; and I admit, when I eventually came across it, I was quite struck by the coincidence. These young people said that it was the “goodness or badness,” referring to the moral state, of the people that was being indicated. Now, surely, this connection between the man mentioned by Plutarch and these two girls—one of whom had no education at all, and the other very little—is worthy of some attention.

I once asked a young person in a highly clairvoyant state, whether she ever “saw the spirits of them that had passed away;” for so she designated the dead, never using the word death herself, in any of its forms. She answered me that she did.

I once asked a young person in a very clairvoyant state if she ever "saw the spirits of those who had passed away," as she referred to the dead, never using the word "death" in any of its forms. She told me that she did.

“Then where are they?” I inquired.

“Then where are they?” I asked.

“Some are waiting, and some are gone on before.”

“Some are waiting, and some have already moved on.”

“Can you speak to them?” I asked.

“Can you talk to them?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, “there is no meddling nor direction.”

“No,” she replied, “there's no interference or guidance.”

In her waking state she would have been quite incapable of these answers; and that “some are waiting and some gone on before,” seems to be much in accordance with the vision of Thespesius.

In her waking state, she wouldn't have been able to provide these answers; and the idea that “some are waiting and some have gone on before” seems to align closely with Thespesius's vision.

Dr. Passavent mentions a peasant-boy who, after a short but painful illness, apparently died, his body being perfectly stiff. He, however, revived, complaining bitterly of being called back to life. He said he had been in a delightful place, and seen his deceased relations. There was a great exaltation of the faculties after this; and having been before rather stupid, he now, while his body lay stiff and immoveable and his eyes closed, prayed and discoursed with eloquence. He continued in this state for seven weeks, but finally recovered.

Dr. Passavent talks about a peasant boy who, after a short but painful illness, seemed to die, his body completely stiff. However, he came back to life, complaining bitterly about being pulled back to life. He said he had been in a wonderful place and had seen his deceased relatives. There was a significant enhancement of his abilities after this; having been rather dull before, he now, while his body lay stiff and motionless and his eyes closed, prayed and spoke with great eloquence. He remained in this state for seven weeks but eventually recovered.

In the year 1733, Johann Schwerzeger fell into a similar state of trance, after an illness, but revived. He said he had seen his whole life, and every sin he had committed, even those he had quite forgotten—everything had been as present to him as when it happened. He also lamented being recalled from the happiness he was about to enter into; but said that he had only two days to spend in this valley of tears, during which time he wished everybody that would, should come and listen to what he had to tell them. His before sunken eyes now looked bright, his face had the bloom of youth, and he discoursed so eloquently, that the minister said they had exchanged offices, and the sick man had become his teacher. He died at the time he had foretold.

In 1733, Johann Schwerzeger experienced a trance-like state after being ill, but he came back to consciousness. He claimed he had seen his entire life, including every sin he had committed, even those he had completely forgotten—everything felt as real to him as when it had occurred. He also expressed sorrow about being pulled back from the happiness he was about to enter; however, he mentioned that he only had two days left in this difficult world, during which he wanted everyone who could to come and listen to what he had to share. His previously dull eyes now shone brightly, his face had a youthful glow, and he spoke so persuasively that the minister said they had swapped roles, and the sick man had become his mentor. He passed away at the time he had predicted.

The most frightful cases of trance recorded are those in which the patient retains entire consciousness, although utterly unable to exhibit any evidence of life; and it is dreadful to think how many persons may have been actually buried, hearing every nail that was screwed into their own coffin, and as perfectly aware of the whole ceremony as those who followed them to the grave.

The most terrifying instances of trance documented are those where the person stays fully aware but can’t show any signs of life. It’s horrifying to consider how many people might have actually been buried, listening to every nail being screwing into their own coffin, fully aware of the entire ceremony just like those who attended their funeral.

Dr. Binns mentions a girl, at Canton, who lay in this state, hearing every word that was said around her, but utterly unable to move a finger. She tried to cry out, but could not, and supposed that she was really dead. The horror of finding herself about to be buried at length caused a perspiration to appear on her skin, and she finally revived. She described that she felt that her soul had no power to act upon her body, and that it seemed to be in her body and out of it, at the same time!

Dr. Binns mentions a girl in Canton who was in this state, hearing every word spoken around her but completely unable to move a finger. She tried to scream, but couldn't, and thought she was truly dead. The terror of realizing she was about to be buried eventually made her sweat, and she finally came back to life. She explained that she felt her soul had no control over her body, and it seemed to be inside her body and outside of it, simultaneously!

Now, this is very much what the somnambulists say: their soul is out of the body, but is still so far in rapport with it, that it does not leave it entirely. Probably magnetism would be the best means of reviving a person from this state.

Now, this is pretty much what sleepwalkers say: their soul is outside their body, but it's still connected enough that it doesn't completely leave it. Probably magnetism would be the best way to bring someone back from this state.

The custom of burying people before there are unmistakable signs of death, is a very condemnable one. A Mr. M’G⁠—— fell into a trance, some few years since, and remained insensible for five days, his mother being meanwhile quite shocked that the physician would not allow him to be buried. He had afterward a recurrence of the malady, which continued seven days.

The practice of burying people before there are clear signs of death is very wrong. A Mr. M’G⁠—— fell into a trance a few years ago and was unresponsive for five days, while his mother was quite shocked that the doctor wouldn’t let them bury him. He later had another episode of the condition that lasted seven days.

A Mr. S⁠——, who had been some time out of the country, died, apparently, two days after his return. As he had eaten of a pudding which his stepmother had made for his dinner with her own hands, people took into their heads she had poisoned him; and, the grave being opened for purposes of investigation, the body was found lying on its face.

A Mr. S⁠——, who had been away from the country for a while, died, it seems, just two days after he returned. Since he had eaten a pudding that his stepmother made for his dinner with her own hands, people started to think she had poisoned him; and when the grave was opened for investigation, the body was found lying face down.

One of the most frightful cases extant is that of Dr. Walker, of Dublin, who had so strong a presentiment on this subject, that he had actually written a treatise against the Irish customs of hasty burial. He himself subsequently died, as was believed, of a fever. His decease took place in the night, and on the following day he was interred. At this time, Mrs. Bellamy, the once-celebrated actress, was in Ireland; and as she had promised him, in the course of conversation, that she would take care he should not be laid in the earth till unequivocal signs of dissolution had appeared, she no sooner heard of what had happened than she took measures to have the grave reopened; but it was, unfortunately, too late; Dr. Walker had evidently revived, and had turned upon his side; but life was now quite extinct.

One of the most terrifying cases known is that of Dr. Walker from Dublin, who had such a strong feeling about this issue that he actually wrote a paper against the Irish practice of quick burials. He himself later died, reportedly from a fever. His death occurred at night, and the next day he was buried. At that time, Mrs. Bellamy, the once-famous actress, was in Ireland; and since she had promised him during a conversation that she would ensure he wasn't buried until there were clear signs of death, as soon as she heard what had happened, she took steps to have the grave reopened. Unfortunately, it was too late; Dr. Walker had clearly regained consciousness and turned onto his side, but life was now completely gone.

The case related by Lady Fanshawe, of her mother, is very remarkable, from the confirmation furnished by the event of her death. “My mother, being sick of a fever,” says Lady Fanshawe, in her memoirs, “her friends and servants thought her deceased, and she lay in that state for two days and a night; but Mr. Winslow, coming to comfort my father, went into my mother’s room, and, looking earnestly in her face, said, ‘She was so handsome, and looked so lovely, that he could not think her dead;’ and, suddenly taking a lancet out of his pocket, he cut the sole of her foot, which bled. Upon this, he immediately caused her to be removed to the bed again, and to be rubbed, and such means used that she came to life, and, opening her eyes, saw two of her kinswomen standing by her (Lady Knollys and Lady Russell), both with great wide sleeves, as the fashion then was; and she said, ‘Did you not promise me fifteen years, and are you come again already?’—which they, not understanding, bade her keep her spirits quiet in that great weakness wherein she was; but, some hours after, she desired my father and Dr. Howlesworth might be left alone with her, to whom she said: ‘I will acquaint you, that, during my trance, I was in great grief, but in a place I could neither distinguish nor describe; but the sense of leaving my girl, who is dearer to me than all my children, remained a trouble upon my spirits. Suddenly I saw two by me, clothed in long white garments, and methought I fell down upon my face in the dust, and they asked me why I was so troubled in so great happiness. I replied, “Oh, let me have the same grant given to Hezekiah, that I may live fifteen years to see my daughter a woman!”—to which they answered, “It is done!”—and then at that instant I awoke out of my trance!’ And Dr. Howlesworth did affirm that the day she died made just fifteen years from that time.”

The story shared by Lady Fanshawe about her mother is quite extraordinary, especially considering the circumstances surrounding her death. “My mother, who was suffering from a fever,” Lady Fanshawe writes in her memoirs, “her friends and servants believed she had passed away, and she remained in that state for two days and a night. However, Mr. Winslow, who came to offer comfort to my father, entered my mother’s room, looked intently at her face, and remarked, ‘She was so beautiful and looked so lovely that I just can’t believe she’s dead.’ Suddenly, he pulled a lancet from his pocket and pricked the sole of her foot, which started to bleed. Immediately, he had her moved back to the bed and rubbed, using various methods until she revived. When she opened her eyes, she saw two of her relatives, Lady Knollys and Lady Russell, both wearing the wide sleeves that were fashionable at the time. She then said, ‘Didn’t you promise me fifteen years, and have you come back already?’—to which they, not understanding, told her to stay calm in her significant weakness. Hours later, she asked to be left alone with my father and Dr. Howlesworth, and to them, she said: ‘I want to tell you that during my trance, I felt great sorrow, but I was in a place I couldn’t see or describe; however, the thought of leaving my daughter, who is dearer to me than all my children, troubled my spirit. Suddenly, I saw two figures beside me, dressed in long white garments, and I felt as if I fell down on my face in the dust. They asked me why I was so troubled despite such great happiness. I replied, ‘Oh, please grant me the same request as Hezekiah, that I may live fifteen more years to see my daughter become a woman!’—and they answered, ‘It is done!’—and at that moment, I awoke from my trance!’ And Dr. Howlesworth confirmed that the day she died was exactly fifteen years from that time.”

I have met with a somewhat similar case to this, which occurred to the mother of a very respectable person now living in Edinburgh. She having been ill, was supposed to be dead, and preparations were making for her funeral, when one of her fingers was seen to move, and restoratives being applied, she revived. As soon as she could speak, she said she had been at the gates of heaven, where she saw some going in, but that they told her she was not ready. Among those who had passed her, and been admitted, she said she had seen Mr. So-and-so, the baker, and the remarkable thing was, that during the time she had been in the trance, this man had died.

I encountered a similar case to this, involving the mother of a very respectable person currently living in Edinburgh. After being ill, she was thought to be dead, and preparations for her funeral were underway when one of her fingers moved. When restoratives were applied, she came back to life. As soon as she could talk, she said she had been at the gates of heaven, where she saw some people going in, but they told her she wasn’t ready yet. Among those she recognized who had passed and been admitted, she mentioned Mr. So-and-so, the baker, and the surprising part was that, while she was in her trance, this man had died.

On the 10th of January, 1717, Mr. John Gardner, a minister, at Elgin, fell into a trance, and, being to all appearance dead, he was put into a coffin, and on the second day was carried to the grave. But, fortunately, a noise being heard, the coffin was opened, and he was found alive and taken home again, where, according to the record, “he related many strange and amazing things which he had seen in the other world.”

On January 10, 1717, Mr. John Gardner, a minister in Elgin, fell into a trance and seemed to be dead. He was placed in a coffin and carried to the grave two days later. Luckily, a noise was heard, so they opened the coffin and found him alive. He was taken home, where, according to the record, “he recounted many strange and amazing things he had seen in the other world.”

Not to mention somnambules, there are numerous other cases recorded of persons who have said, on awaking from a trance, that they had been in the other world; though frequently the freed spirit—supposing that to be the interpretation of the mystery—seems busied with the affairs of the earth, and brings tidings from distant places, as in the case of the American above mentioned. Perhaps, in these latter cases, the disunion is less complete. Dr. Werner relates of his somnambule, that it was after those attacks of catalepsy, in which her body had lain stiff and cold, that she used to say she had been wandering away through other spheres. Where the catalepsy is spontaneous and involuntary, and resembles death so nearly as not to be distinguished from it, we may naturally conclude, if we admit this hypothesis at all, that the seeing of the spirit would be clear in proportion to its disentanglement from the flesh.

Not to mention sleepwalkers, there are many other cases documented of people who, upon waking from a trance, claimed they had been in another world. Often, the freed spirit—assuming that’s what the mystery is—seems preoccupied with earthly matters and brings news from far-off places, like the American mentioned earlier. In these latter cases, the separation might not be complete. Dr. Werner tells of his sleepwalker, who claimed that after episodes of catalepsy, where her body lay stiff and cold, she would say she had been wandering through other realms. When catalepsy occurs spontaneously and involuntarily, closely resembling death to the point where it’s hard to tell them apart, we might reasonably conclude, if we accept this theory at all, that the clarity of the spirit's vision would increase as it becomes more detached from the physical body.

I have spoken above of dream compelling or suggesting, and I have heard of persons who have a power of directing their own dreams to any particular subject.

I mentioned earlier that dreams can be compelling or suggestive, and I've heard of people who have the ability to control their own dreams and focus on specific topics.

This faculty may be in some degree analogous to that of the American, and a few somnambulic persons, who appear to carry the recollections of one state into the other. The effects produced by the witch-potions seem to have been somewhat similar, inasmuch as they dreamed what they wished or expected to dream. Jung Stilling mentions that a woman gave in evidence, on a witch-trial, that having visited the so-called witch, she had found her concocting a potion over the fire, of which she had advised her (the visiter) to drink, assuring her that she would then accompany her to the Sâbbath. The woman said, lest she should give offence, she had put the vessel to her lips, but had not drunk of it. The witch, however, swallowed the whole, and immediately afterward sunk down upon the hearth in a profound sleep, where she had left her. When she went to see her on the following day, she declared she had been to the Brocken.

This ability might be somewhat similar to that of Americans and a few people who sleepwalk, as they seem to remember experiences from one state to another. The effects of the witch potions appeared to be a bit alike, in that they would dream what they wanted or expected to dream. Jung Stilling mentions a woman who testified during a witch trial that after visiting the so-called witch, she saw her making a potion over the fire. The witch told her to drink it, assuring her that it would take her to the Sâbbath. The woman stated that to avoid causing offense, she brought the vessel to her lips but didn't actually drink it. The witch, however, drank it all and then immediately fell into a deep sleep right on the hearth, where the woman left her. When she checked on her the next day, the witch claimed she had been to the Brocken.

Paolo Minucci relates that a woman accused of sorcery, being brought before a certain magistrate at Florence, she not only confessed her guilt, but she declared that, provided they would let her return home and anoint herself, she would attend the Sâbbath that very night. The magistrate, a man more enlightened than the generality of his contemporaries, consented. The woman went home, used her unguent, and fell immediately into a profound sleep; whereupon they tied her to the bed, and tested the reality of the sleep by burns, blows, and pricking her with sharp instruments. When she awoke on the following day, she related that she had attended the Sâbbath.

Paolo Minucci recounts that a woman accused of witchcraft was brought before a magistrate in Florence. Not only did she confess her guilt, but she also said that if they let her go home and anoint herself, she would attend the Sabbath that very night. The magistrate, who was more enlightened than most of his contemporaries, agreed. The woman went home, applied her ointment, and immediately fell into a deep sleep. They then tied her to the bed and tested the authenticity of her sleep with burns, blows, and by pricking her with sharp objects. When she woke up the next day, she claimed that she had attended the Sabbath.

I could quote several similar facts; and Gassendi actually endeavored to undeceive some peasants who believed themselves witches, by composing an ointment that produced the same effects as their own magical applications.

I could mention several similar facts; and Gassendi actually tried to set straight some peasants who thought they were witches by creating an ointment that had the same effects as their own magical practices.

In the year 1545, André Laguna, physician to Pope Julius III., anointed a patient of his, who was suffering from frenzy and sleeplessness, with an unguent found in the house of a sorcerer, who had been arrested. The patient slept for thirty-six hours consecutively, and when, with much difficulty, she was awakened, she complained that they had torn her from the most ravishing delights—delights which seem to have rivalled the heaven of the Mohammedan. According to Llorente, the women who were dedicated to the service of the mother of the gods, heard continually the sounds of flutes and tambourines, beheld the joyous dances of the fauns and satyrs, and tasted of intoxicating pleasures, doubtless from a similar cause.

In 1545, André Laguna, the physician to Pope Julius III, treated a patient who was suffering from madness and insomnia by applying an ointment he found in the home of a sorcerer who had been captured. The patient slept for thirty-six straight hours, and when she was finally roused with great difficulty, she complained about being pulled away from the most exquisite pleasures—pleasures that seemed to rival the paradise of Muslims. According to Llorente, the women devoted to the worship of the mother of the gods constantly heard the sounds of flutes and tambourines, witnessed the joyful dances of fauns and satyrs, and enjoyed intoxicating pleasures, likely for similar reasons.

It is difficult to imagine that all the unfortunate wretches who suffered death at the stake in the middle ages, for having attended the unholy assemblies they described, had no faith in their own stories; yet, in spite of the unwearied vigilance of public authorities and private malignity, no such assemblage was ever detected. How, then, are we to account for the pertinacity of their confessions, but by supposing them the victims of some extraordinary delusion? In a paper addressed to the Inquisition, by Llorente, he does not scruple to assert that the crimes imputed to and confessed by witches have most frequently no existence but in their dreams, and that their dreams are produced by the drugs with which they anointed themselves.

It’s hard to believe that all the unfortunate souls who faced execution by burning during the Middle Ages, for attending the so-called unholy gatherings they described, actually didn’t believe in their own stories; yet, despite the constant monitoring by authorities and the spite of individuals, no such gatherings were ever found. So how do we explain the stubbornness of their confessions, if not by considering them victims of some bizarre delusion? In a paper addressed to the Inquisition, Llorente boldly asserts that the crimes attributed to and confessed by witches often exist only in their dreams, and that these dreams are caused by the substances they used to anoint themselves.

The recipes for these compositions, which had descended traditionally from age to age, have been lost since witchcraft went out of fashion, and modern science has no time to investigate secrets which appear to be more curious than profitable; but in the profound sleep produced by these applications, it is not easy to say what phenomena may have occurred to justify, or, at least, account for, their self-accusations.

The recipes for these mixtures, which have been passed down through generations, have been lost since witchcraft fell out of favor, and modern science doesn't have time to look into secrets that seem more intriguing than useful. However, in the deep sleep induced by these methods, it's hard to say what experiences may have happened to explain or, at the very least, account for their self-blame.


This very curious work I have translated from the German. Published by Moore, London.—C. C. Also republished in this country.—Am. Ed.

This very interesting work I have translated from German. Published by Moore, London.—C. C. Also republished in this country.—Am. Ed.

Since the above was penned, I find from the account of Dr. Cheyne, who attended him, that Colonel Townshend’s own way of describing the phenomenon to which he was subject, was, that he “could die, or expire, when he pleased; and yet, by an effort or somehow, he could come to life again.” He performed the experiment in the presence of three medical men, one of whom kept his hand on his heart, another held his wrist, and the third placed a looking-glass before his lips; and they found that all traces of respiration and pulsation gradually ceased, insomuch that, after consulting about his condition for some time, they were leaving the room, persuaded that he was really dead, when signs of life appeared and he slowly revived. He did not die while repeating this experiment, as has been sometimes stated.

Since the above was written, I've learned from Dr. Cheyne's account, who attended him, that Colonel Townshend described the phenomenon he experienced as being able to "die or pass out whenever he wanted; yet, with some effort or anyhow, he could come back to life." He conducted the experiment in front of three doctors, one of whom placed his hand on Townshend's heart, another checked his wrist, and the third positioned a mirror before his lips. They observed that all signs of breathing and heartbeat gradually faded, to the extent that after discussing his condition for a while, they were about to leave the room, convinced he was truly dead, when suddenly signs of life showed up and he slowly revived. He did not die while performing this experiment, as has sometimes been claimed.

This reviving “by an effort or somehow,” seems to be better explained by the hypothesis I have suggested, than by any other—namely, that, as in the case of Mr. Holloway (mentioned on page 120), his spirit, or soul, was released from his body, but a sufficient rapport was maintained to reunite them.

This revival "through some effort or another" seems to be better explained by the idea I've proposed than by any other—specifically, that, like with Mr. Holloway (mentioned on page 120), his spirit or soul was freed from his body, but a strong enough connection was kept to bring them back together.


CHAPTER VII.

WRAITHS.

Such instances as that of Lady Fanshawe, and other similar ones, certainly seem to favor the hypothesis that the spirit is freed from the body when the latter becomes no longer a fit habitation for it. It does so when actual death supervenes, and the reason of its departure we may naturally conclude to be, that the body has ceased to be available for its manifestations; and in these cases, which seem so nearly allied to death, that frequently there would actually be no revival but for the exertions used, it does not seem very difficult to conceive that this separation may take place. When we are standing by a death-bed, all we see is the death of the body—of the going forth of the spirit we see nothing: so, in cases of apparent death, it may depart and return, while we are aware of nothing but the reanimation of the organism. Certain it is, that the Scriptures countenance this view of the case in several instances; thus, Luke says, viii. 34: “And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, ‘Maid, arise!’ And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway,” &c., &c.

Such situations like that of Lady Fanshawe and other similar cases definitely support the idea that the spirit leaves the body when it can no longer be a suitable place for it. This happens when actual death occurs, and we can reasonably conclude that the spirit departs because the body is no longer capable of showing its presence; in these cases, which resemble death closely, it often seems like there wouldn't be a revival without significant effort. When we stand by a deathbed, all we see is the body's death—nothing about the spirit leaving is visible. So, in cases of apparent death, the spirit may leave and return while we are only aware of the body coming back to life. It's clear that the Scriptures support this perspective in several instances; for example, Luke says, viii. 34: “And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, ‘Maid, arise!’ And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway,” & etc.

Dr. Wigan observes, when speaking of the effects of temporary pressure on the brain, that the mind is not annihilated, because, if the pressure is timely removed, it is restored, though, if continued too long, the body will be resolved into its primary elements: and he compares the human organism to a watch, which we can either stop or set going at will—which watch, he says, will also be gradually resolved into its original elements by chemical action; and he adds that, to ask where the mind is, during the interruption, is like asking where the motion of the watch is. I think a wind-instrument would be a better simile, for the motion of the watch is purely mechanical. It requires no informing, intelligent spirit to breathe into its apertures, and make it the vehicle of the harshest discords, or of the most eloquent discourses. “The divinely mysterious essence, which we call the soul,” he adds, “is not, then, the mind, from which it must be carefully distinguished, if we would hope to make any progress in mental philosophy. Where the soul resides during the suspension of the mental powers by asphyxia, I know not, any more than I know where it resided before it was united with that specific compound of bones, muscles, and nerve.”

Dr. Wigan notes that when discussing the effects of temporary pressure on the brain, the mind isn't destroyed. If the pressure is removed in time, it can recover, but if it lasts too long, the body will break down into its basic elements. He compares the human body to a watch, which we can stop or start as we wish; he says that this watch will also gradually break down into its original components due to chemical reactions. He adds that asking where the mind is during the interruption is like asking where the motion of the watch is. I believe a wind instrument would be a better analogy because the movement of the watch is purely mechanical. It doesn’t need a guiding, intelligent spirit to fill its openings and produce the harshest sounds or the most expressive speeches. “The divinely mysterious essence that we call the soul,” he adds, “is not the same as the mind, which we must carefully differentiate if we want to make any headway in mental philosophy. Where the soul goes during the suspension of mental powers from asphyxia, I don’t know, just as I don’t know where it was before it combined with that specific mix of bones, muscles, and nerves.”

By a temporary pressure on the brain, the mind is certainly not annihilated, but its manifestations by means of the brain are suspended—the source of these manifestations being the soul, or anima, in which dwells the life, fitting the temple for its divine inhabitant, the spirit. The connection of the soul and the body is probably a much more intimate one than that of the latter with the spirit,—though the soul, as well as the spirit, is immortal, and survives when the body dies. Somnambulic persons seem to intimate that the soul of the fleshly body becomes hereafter the body of the spirit, as if the imago or idolon were the soul.

By temporarily applying pressure to the brain, the mind isn't erased; instead, its functions through the brain are paused—the source of these functions being the soul, or anima, which holds life, preparing the body for its divine resident, the spirit. The bond between the soul and the body is likely much closer than that between the body and the spirit—though both the soul and the spirit are immortal and continue to exist after the body dies. Sleepwalkers seem to suggest that the soul of the physical body eventually becomes the body of the spirit, as if the imago or idol were the soul.

Dr. Wigan and indeed psychologists in general do not appear to recognise the old distinction between the pneuma, or anima, and the psyches—the soul and the spirit; and, indeed, the Scriptures occasionally seem to use the terms indifferently. But still there are passages enough which mark the distinction; as where St. Paul speaks of a “living soul and a quickening spirit:” 1 Cor. xv. 45;—again, 1 Thess. v. 23: “I pray God your whole spirit, and soul, and body,” &c.;—and also Heb. iv. 12, where he speaks of the sword of God “dividing asunder the soul and spirit.” In Genesis, chap. ii., we are told that “man became a living soul;” but it is distinctly said, 1 Cor. xii., that the gifts of prophecy, the discerning of spirits, &c., &c., belong to the spirit. Then, with regard to the possibility of the spirit absenting itself from the body, St. Paul says, in referring to his own vision—2 Cor. xii.—“I knew a man in Christ, about fourteen years ago (whether in the body, I can not tell; or out of the body, I can not tell: God knoweth); such a one caught up to the third heaven:” and we are told, also, that to be “absent from the body is to be present with the Lord;” and that when we are “at home in the body we are absent from the Lord.” We are told, also, “the spirit returns to God, who gave it;” but it depends on ourselves whether or not our souls shall perish. We must suppose, however, that even in the worst cases, some remnant of this divine spirit remains with the soul as long as the latter is not utterly perverted and rendered incapable of salvation.

Dr. Wigan and, in general, psychologists don't seem to recognize the old distinction between pneuma, or anima, and psyche—the soul and the spirit; in fact, the Scriptures sometimes appear to use the terms interchangeably. However, there are enough passages that highlight the distinction; for example, St. Paul refers to a “living soul and a quickening spirit” in 1 Cor. xv. 45; again, in 1 Thess. v. 23, he says, “I pray God your whole spirit, and soul, and body,” etc.; and also in Heb. iv. 12, where he mentions the word of God “dividing asunder the soul and spirit.” In Genesis, chap. ii., we learn that “man became a living soul;” but it is clearly stated in 1 Cor. xii. that the gifts of prophecy, the discerning of spirits, etc., belong to the spirit. Regarding the possibility of the spirit separating from the body, St. Paul mentions in his own vision—2 Cor. xii.—“I knew a man in Christ, about fourteen years ago (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knows); such a one caught up to the third heaven:” and we are also told that to be “absent from the body is to be present with the Lord;” and that when we are “at home in the body we are absent from the Lord.” We are informed, too, that “the spirit returns to God, who gave it;” but it is up to us whether our souls will perish or not. However, we must assume that even in the worst cases, some remnant of this divine spirit stays with the soul as long as the soul is not completely corrupted and rendered incapable of salvation.

St. John also says, that when he prophesied, he was in the spirit; but it was the “souls of the slain” that he saw, and that “cried with a loud voice,” &c., &c.; souls, here, being probably used in the sense of individuals,—as we say, so many “souls perished by shipwreck,” &c.

St. John also mentions that when he prophesied, he was in the spirit but it was the “spirits of the fallen” that he saw and that “cried with a loud voice,” etc., etc.; souls, in this case, likely refers to individuals—similar to how we say so many “souls perished in a shipwreck,” etc.

In the Revue de Paris, 29th July, 1838, it is related that a child saw the soul of a woman, who was lying insensible in a magnetic crisis in which death nearly ensued, depart out of her; and I find recorded in another work that a somnambule, who was brought to give advice to a patient, said: “It is too late—her soul is leaving her: I see the vital flame quitting her brain.”

In the Paris Review, July 29, 1838, it’s reported that a child saw the soul of a woman, who was lying unconscious in a magnetic state close to death, depart from her. Additionally, I found in another work that a somnambulist, who was brought in to advise a patient, said: “It’s too late—her soul is leaving her: I see the vital flame leaving her brain.”

From some of the cases I have above related, we are led to the conclusion that in certain conditions of the body, the spirit, in a manner unknown to us, resumes a portion of its freedom, and is enabled to exercise more or less of its inherent properties. It is somewhat released from those inexorable conditions of time and space which bound and limit its powers, while in close connection with matter, and it communes with other spirits who are also liberated. How far this liberation (if such it be), or reintegration of natural attributes, may take place in ordinary sleep, we can only conclude from examples. In prophetic dreams, and in those instances of information apparently received from the dead, this condition seems to occur; as also in such cases as that of the gentleman mentioned in a former chapter, who has several times been conscious, on awaking, that he had been conversing with some one, whom he has been subsequently startled to hear had died at that period, and this is a man apparently in excellent health, endowed with a vigorous understanding, and immersed in active business.

From some of the cases I mentioned earlier, it seems that under certain conditions, the spirit, in a way we don’t fully understand, regains some of its freedom and is able to use more or less of its natural abilities. It becomes somewhat detached from the strict limits of time and space that normally confine its powers when closely connected to the physical world, allowing it to connect with other liberated spirits. We can only infer how much this freedom—or restoration of natural traits—occurs during ordinary sleep from examples. In prophetic dreams and instances where information seemingly comes from the dead, this condition appears to happen. This is also seen in the case of the gentleman I talked about in a previous chapter, who has several times been aware upon waking that he had been talking to someone, only to later find out that this person died around the same time. This is a man who seems to be in great health, has a sharp mind, and is deeply involved in his work.

In the story of the American, quoted in a former chapter from Jung Stilling, there was one point which I forebore to comment on at the moment, but to which I must now revert: this is the assertion that the voyager had seen the man, and even conversed with him, in the coffeehouse in London whence the desired intelligence was brought. Now, this single case, standing alone, would amount to nothing, although Jung Stilling, who was one of the most conscientious of men, declares himself to have been quite satisfied with the authority on which he relates it; but, strange to say—for undoubtedly the thing is very strange—there are numerous similar instances recorded; and it seems to have been believed in all ages of the world, that people were sometimes seen where bodily they were not—seen, not by sleepers alone, but by persons in a perfect state of vigilance; and that this phenomenon, though more frequently occurring at the moment that the individual seen is at the point of death, does occasionally occur at indefinite periods anterior to the catastrophe, and sometimes where no such catastrophe is impending. In some of these cases, an earnest desire seems to be the cause of the phenomenon. It is not very long since a very estimable lady, who was dying in the Mediterranean, expressed herself perfectly ready to meet death, if she could but once more behold her children, who were in England. She soon afterward fell into a comatose state, and the persons surrounding her were doubtful whether she had not already breathed her last; at all events, they did not expect her to revive. She did so, however, and now cheerfully announced that, having seen her children, she was ready to depart. During the interval that she lay in this state, her family saw her in England, and were thus aware of her death before the intelligence reached them. As it is a subject, I understand, they are unwilling to speak of, I do not know precisely under what circumstances she was seen;—but this is an exactly analogous case to that already recorded of Maria Goffe, of Rochester, who, when dying away from home, expressed precisely the same feelings. She said she could not die happy till she had seen her children. By-and-by she fell into a state of coma, which left them uncertain whether she was dead or alive. Her eyes were open and fixed, her jaw fallen, and there was no perceptible respiration. When she revived, she told her mother, who attended her, that she had been home and seen her children; which the other said was impossible, since she had been lying there in bed the whole time. “Yes,” replied the dying woman, “but I was there in my sleep.” A widow woman, called Alexander, who had the care of these children, declared herself ready to take oath upon the sacrament, that, during this period, she had seen the form of Maria Goffe come out of the room where the oldest child slept, and approach the bed where she herself lay with the younger beside her. The figure had stood there nearly a quarter of an hour, as far as she could judge; and she remarked that the eyes and the mouth moved, though she heard no sound. She declared herself to have been perfectly awake, and that, as it was the longest night in the year, it was quite light. She sat up in bed, and while she was looking on the figure the clock on the bridge struck two. She then adjured the form in the name of God, whereupon it moved. She immediately arose and followed it, but could not tell what had become of it. She then became alarmed, and throwing on her clothes, went out and walked on the quay, returning to the house ever and anon to look at the children. At five o’clock she knocked at a neighbor’s door, but they would not let her in. At six she knocked again and was then admitted, and related to them what she had seen, which they, of course, endeavored to persuade her was a dream or an illusion. She declared herself, however, to have been perfectly awake, and said that if she had ever seen Maria Goffe in her life she had seen her that night.

In the story of the American, mentioned in an earlier chapter from Jung Stilling, there was one point I held back from commenting on at the time, but I need to address it now: the claim that the traveler had seen the man and even talked to him in a coffeehouse in London from where the sought-after information was brought. On its own, this single case wouldn’t mean much, although Jung Stilling, who was very honest, claims to have been quite convinced about the source from which he got this story; however, it’s peculiar—because it truly is strange—that there are many similar accounts documented. It seems that throughout history, people have believed that individuals are sometimes seen where they actually are not—seen not only by dreamers but also by fully awake individuals; and this phenomenon, while occurring most often when the person seen is nearing death, can happen at various times before the tragedy, and sometimes when no such tragedy is in sight. In some of these instances, a strong desire appears to trigger the phenomenon. Not long ago, a highly regarded lady who was dying in the Mediterranean expressed her readiness to face death if she could only see her children, who were in England, one last time. Shortly after, she fell into a comatose state, and those around her were unsure if she had already passed away; in any case, they did not expect her to regain consciousness. However, she did come back to consciousness and happily announced that, after having seen her children, she was ready to go. During the time she was in this state, her family saw her in England and knew of her death before they got the news. As I understand, they are reluctant to discuss this topic, so I’m not clear on the exact circumstances under which she was seen; but this is exactly comparable to the earlier case of Maria Goffe from Rochester, who, when dying far from home, expressed the same feelings. She said she couldn’t die content until she had seen her children. Eventually, she fell into a coma, leaving her family unsure of whether she was alive or dead. Her eyes were open and fixed, her jaw was slack, and there was no visible breathing. When she revived, she told her mother, who was with her, that she had been home and seen her children; the mother insisted it was impossible since she had been lying there in bed the whole time. “Yes,” replied the dying woman, “but I was there in my sleep.” A widow named Alexander, who was responsible for those children, stated she would swear on the Bible that during that time, she saw the figure of Maria Goffe come out of the room where the oldest child slept and approach the bed where she lay with the younger child. The figure stood there for about fifteen minutes, as far as she could tell; she noted that the figure's eyes and mouth moved, but she heard no sound. She insisted she was fully awake, and since it was the longest night of the year, it was quite bright. She sat up in bed, and while she was watching the figure, the clock on the bridge struck two. She then called out to the figure in God’s name, and it moved. She immediately got up and followed it, but couldn’t find where it went. She then became scared, got dressed, and went out to walk on the quay, returning to the house now and then to check on the children. At five o’clock, she knocked on a neighbor’s door, but they wouldn’t let her in. At six, she knocked again and was finally admitted, where she recounted what she had seen, which, of course, they tried to convince her was just a dream or an illusion. She, however, insisted she had been completely awake and stated that if she had ever seen Maria Goffe in her life, she definitely saw her that night.

The following story has been currently related in Rome, and is already in print. I take it from a German work, and I do not know how far its authenticity can be established. It is to the effect that two friends having agreed to attend confession together, one of them went at the appointed time to the Abbate B⁠——, and made his confession; after which the priest commenced the usual admonition, in the midst of which he suddenly ceased speaking. After waiting a short time, the penitent stepped forward and perceived him lying in the confessional in a state of insensibility. Aid was summoned and means used to restore him, which were for some time ineffectual; at length, when he opened his eyes, he bade the penitent recite a prayer for his friend, who had just expired. This proved to be the case, on inquiry; and when the young man, who had naturally hastened to his friend’s house, expressed a hope that he had not died without the last offices of the church, he was told in amazement, that the Abbate B⁠—— had arrived just as he was in extremis, and had remained with him till he died.

The following story has recently been shared in Rome and is already published. I took it from a German work and I'm not sure how authentic it is. It goes like this: two friends decided to go to confession together. One of them went at the scheduled time to the priest, Abbate B⁠——, and made his confession. After that, the priest started the usual advice, but then he suddenly stopped speaking. After waiting for a bit, the penitent stepped forward and found him lying in the confessional, unconscious. Help was called, and attempts were made to revive him, which took a while to work. Finally, when he opened his eyes, he asked the penitent to say a prayer for his friend, who had just passed away. This turned out to be true when they checked; and when the young man rushed to his friend’s home, hoping he hadn’t died without the last rites, he was told in shock that Abbate B⁠—— had arrived just as his friend was on the brink of death and had stayed with him until he died.

These appearances seem to have taken place when the corporeal condition of the person seen elsewhere, permits us to conceive the possibility of the spirit’s having withdrawn from the body; but the question then naturally arises, what is it that was seen; and I confess, that of all the difficulties that surround the subject, I have undertaken to treat of, this seems to me the greatest; for we can not suppose that a spirit can be visible to the human eye, and both in the above instances and several others I have to narrate, there is nothing that can lead us to the conclusion, that the persons who saw the wraith or double, were in any other than a normal state; the figure, in short, seems to have been perceived through their external organs of sense. Before I discuss this question, however, any further, I will relate some instances of a similar kind, only with this difference, that the wraith appearing as nearly as could be ascertained at the moment of death, it remains uncertain whether it was seen before or after the dissolution had taken place. As in both these cases above related and those that follow, the material body was visible in one place, while the wraith was visible in another, they appear to be strictly analogous; especially, as in both class of examples, the body itself was either dead or in a state that closely resembled death.

These appearances seem to have occurred when the physical state of the person seen elsewhere allows us to imagine that the spirit could have left the body. But then the question arises: what exactly was seen? I admit that of all the challenges surrounding this topic I've tackled, this seems to be the biggest one. We can't assume that a spirit can be seen by the human eye, and in the cases mentioned above as well as several others I will describe, there's nothing to suggest that the people who saw the wraith or double were in any state other than normal. In short, the figure seems to have been perceived through their physical senses. Before I dive deeper into this question, I will share some similar instances, with the only difference being that the wraith appeared as closely as possible to the moment of death, leaving it unclear whether it was seen before or after the person actually passed. In both the cases I've described and the ones that follow, the physical body was visible in one place while the wraith was seen in another, suggesting a clear similarity, especially since in both types of examples, the body itself was either dead or in a state closely resembling death.

Instances of people being seen at a distance from the spot on which they are dying, are so numerous, that in this department I have positively an embarras de richesse, and find it difficult to make a selection; more especially as there is in each case little to relate, the whole phenomenon being comprised in the fact of the form being observed and the chief variations consisting in this, that the seer, or seers, frequently entertain no suspicion that what they have seen is any other than a form of flesh and blood; while on other occasions the assurance that the person is far away, or some peculiarity connected with the appearance itself, produces the immediate conviction that the shape is not corporeal.

Instances of people being seen from a distance while they are dying are so common that I have a real wealth of choices here, and I find it hard to choose just a few. This is especially true since there’s little to say in each case; the whole phenomenon boils down to the fact that the form is observed, and the main differences are that the onlookers often have no idea that what they’ve seen is anything other than a living person. At other times, the certainty that the person is far away, or some distinct feature of the appearance itself, leads to an immediate belief that the figure is not physical.

Mrs. K⁠——, the sister of Provost B⁠——, of Aberdeen, was sitting one day with her husband, Dr. K⁠——, in the parlor of the manse, when she suddenly said, “Oh! there’s my brother come! he has just passed the window,” and, followed by her husband, she hastened to the door to meet the visiter. He was however not there. “He is gone round to the back door,” said she; and thither they went; but neither was he there, nor had the servants seen anything of him. Dr. K⁠—— said she must be mistaken, but she laughed at the idea; her brother had passed the window and looked in; he must have gone somewhere, and would doubtless be back directly. But he came not; and the intelligence shortly arrived from St. Andrew’s, that at that precise time, as nearly as they could compare circumstances, he had died quite suddenly at his own place of residence. I have heard this story from connections of the family, and also from an eminent professor of Glasgow, who told me that he had once asked Dr. K⁠——, whether he believed in these appearances. “I can not choose but believe,” returned Dr. K⁠——, and then he accounted for his conviction by narrating the above particulars.

Mrs. K⁠——, the sister of Provost B⁠—— from Aberdeen, was sitting one day with her husband, Dr. K⁠——, in the manse's parlor when she suddenly said, “Oh! There's my brother! He just passed the window,” and, followed by her husband, she hurried to the door to greet the visitor. However, he wasn’t there. “He must have gone around to the back door,” she said; so they went there, but he wasn’t there either, and the servants hadn’t seen him. Dr. K⁠—— said she must be mistaken, but she laughed at the thought; her brother had passed the window and looked in; he must have gone somewhere and would surely be back soon. But he didn’t come back, and they soon received word from St. Andrews that at that exact moment, as closely as they could match the circumstances, he had died suddenly at his home. I’ve heard this story from family connections and also from a distinguished professor at Glasgow, who told me he once asked Dr. K⁠—— if he believed in these occurrences. “I can’t help but believe,” replied Dr. K⁠——, and then he explained his belief by recounting the details above.

Lord and Lady M⁠—— were residing on their estate in Ireland: Lord M⁠—— had gone out shooting in the morning, and was not expected to return till toward dinner-time. In the course of the afternoon, Lady M⁠—— and a friend were walking on the terrace that forms a promenade in front of the castle, when she said, “Oh, there is M⁠—— returning!” whereupon she called to him to join them. He, however, took no notice, but walked on before them, till they saw him enter the house, whither they followed him;—but he was not to be found: and before they had recovered their surprise at his sudden disappearance, he was brought home dead, having been killed by his own gun. It is a curious fact, in this case, that while the ladies were walking behind the figure on the terrace, Lady M⁠—— called the attention of her companion to the shooting-jacket, observing that it was a convenient one, and that she had the credit of having contrived it for him herself.

Lord and Lady M⁠—— were living on their estate in Ireland. Lord M⁠—— had gone out shooting in the morning and wasn't expected back until around dinner time. In the afternoon, Lady M⁠—— and a friend were walking on the terrace that serves as a promenade in front of the castle when she said, “Oh, there’s M⁠—— coming back!” She then called to him to join them. However, he didn’t respond and walked ahead until they saw him enter the house, which they followed him into; but he was nowhere to be found. Before they could comprehend his sudden disappearance, he was brought home dead, having accidentally shot himself. It’s an odd fact in this case that while the ladies were walking behind him on the terrace, Lady M⁠—— pointed out his shooting jacket to her friend, noting that it was a practical one and that she was credited with having designed it for him herself.

A person in Edinburgh, busied about her daily work, saw a woman enter her house, with whom she was on such ill terms that she could not but be surprised at the visit; but while she was expecting an explanation, and under the influence of her resentment avoiding to look at her, she found she was gone. She remained quite unable to account for the visit, and, as she said, “was wondering what had brought her there,” when she heard that the woman had expired at that precise time.

A woman in Edinburgh, busy with her daily tasks, saw someone enter her house—a woman she had a serious disagreement with, so she was taken aback by the visit. While she was waiting for an explanation and, feeling upset, deliberately avoiding looking at her, she realized the visitor had left. She was left completely puzzled about the visit, and as she remarked, “was wondering what had brought her there,” when she heard that the woman had died at that exact moment.

Madame O⁠—— B⁠—— was engaged to marry an officer who was with his regiment in India; and, wishing to live in privacy till the union took place, she retired to the country and boarded with some ladies of her acquaintance, awaiting his return. She at length heard that he had obtained an appointment, which, by improving his prospects, had removed some difficulties out of the way of the marriage, and that he was immediately coming home. A short time after the arrival of this intelligence, this lady, and one of those with whom she was residing, were walking over a bridge, when the friend said, alluding to an officer she saw on the other side of the way, “What an extraordinary expression of face!” But, without pausing to answer, Madame O⁠—— B⁠—— darted across the road to meet the stranger—but he was gone: where? they could not conceive. They ran to the toll-keepers at the ends of the bridge, to inquire if they had observed such a person, but they had not. Alarmed and perplexed—for it was her intended husband that she had seen—Madame O⁠—— B⁠—— returned home; and in due time the packet which should have brought himself, brought the sad tidings of his unexpected death.

Madame O—— B—— was engaged to marry an officer who was stationed with his regiment in India. Wanting to keep a low profile until they got married, she moved to the countryside and stayed with some friends, waiting for his return. Eventually, she learned that he had landed a position that improved his prospects, clearing some obstacles to their marriage, and he was on his way home. Shortly after receiving this news, she was walking over a bridge with one of her friends when her friend pointed out an officer on the other side and said, “What an extraordinary expression on his face!” Without hesitating, Madame O—— B—— rushed across the road to greet the stranger, but he had disappeared. They couldn't figure out where he had gone. They hurried to the tollkeepers at either end of the bridge to ask if they had seen him, but they hadn’t. Distressed and confused—because it was her fiancé she had spotted—Madame O—— B—— returned home. In due time, the package that was supposed to bring him back delivered the heartbreaking news of his unexpected death.

Madame O⁠—— B⁠—— never recovered the shock, and died herself of a broken heart not long afterward.

Madame O⁠—— B⁠—— never got over the shock and died soon after from a broken heart.

Mr. H⁠——, an eminent artist, was walking arm in arm with a friend in Edinburgh, when he suddenly left him, saying, “Oh, there’s my brother!” He had seen him with the most entire distinctness; but was confounded by losing sight of him, without being able to ascertain whither he had vanished. News came, ere long, that at that precise period his brother had died.

Mr. H——, a well-known artist, was walking arm in arm with a friend in Edinburgh when he suddenly let go, saying, “Oh, there’s my brother!” He had seen him clearly, but was baffled when he lost sight of him and couldn’t figure out where he had gone. Soon after, news arrived that at that exact moment, his brother had died.

Mrs. T⁠——, sitting in her drawing-room, saw her nephew, then at Cambridge, pass across the adjoining room. She started up to meet him, and, not finding him, summoned the servants to ask where he was. They, however, had not seen him, and declared he could not be there; while she as positively declared he was. The young man had died at Cambridge quite unexpectedly.

Mrs. T——, sitting in her living room, saw her nephew, who was at Cambridge, walk through the next room. She jumped up to greet him, and when she didn’t find him, she called the servants to ask where he was. However, they hadn’t seen him and insisted he couldn’t be there, while she firmly insisted that he was. The young man had died at Cambridge quite unexpectedly.

A Scotch minister went to visit a friend who was dangerously ill. After sitting with the invalid for some time, he left him to take some rest, and went below. He had been reading in the library some little time, when, on looking up, he saw the sick man standing at the door. “God bless me!” he cried, starting up, “how can you be so imprudent?” The figure disappeared; and, hastening up stairs, he found his friend had expired.

A Scottish minister went to visit a friend who was seriously ill. After spending some time with him, he left to get some rest and went downstairs. He had been reading in the library for a little while when he looked up and saw the sick man standing at the door. “God bless me!” he exclaimed, jumping up, “how can you be so reckless?” The figure vanished, and rushing upstairs, he found his friend had passed away.

Three young men at Cambridge had been out hunting, and afterward dined together in the apartments of one of them. After dinner, two of the party, fatigued with their morning’s exercise, fell asleep, while the third, a Mr. M⁠——, remained awake. Presently the door opened, and a gentleman entered and placed himself behind the sleeping owner of the rooms, and, after standing there a minute, proceeded to the gyp-room—a small inner chamber, from which there was no egress. Mr. M⁠—— waited a little while, expecting the stranger would come out again; but, as he did not, he awoke his host, saying, “There’s somebody gone into your room: I don’t know who it can be.”

Three young men at Cambridge had been out hunting, and afterward they had dinner together in one of their apartments. After dinner, two of them, tired from their morning's activity, fell asleep, while the third, Mr. M——, stayed awake. Soon, the door opened, and a man walked in and positioned himself behind the sleeping host. After standing there for a minute, he headed to the gyp-room—a small inner space with no exit. Mr. M—— waited a bit, expecting the stranger to come out again; but when he didn't, he woke his host, saying, “Someone just went into your room. I have no idea who it could be.”

The young man rose and looked into the gyp-room; but, there being nobody there, he naturally accused Mr. M⁠—— of dreaming; but the other assured him he had not been asleep. He then described the stranger—an elderly man, &c., dressed like a country squire, with gaiters on, &c. “Why that’s my father,” said the host, and he immediately made inquiry, thinking it possible the old gentleman had slipped out unobserved by Mr. M⁠——. He was not, however, to be heard of; and the post shortly brought a letter announcing that he had died at the time he had been seen in his son’s chamber at Cambridge.

The young man stood up and peeked into the gyp-room; but since no one was there, he understandably thought Mr. M⁠—— was just imagining things. However, the other guy insisted he hadn’t been asleep. He then described the stranger—an older man, etc., dressed like a country gentleman, wearing gaiters, etc. “Wait, that’s my dad,” said the host, and he quickly started asking around, thinking it was possible that the old man had quietly slipped out without Mr. M⁠—— noticing. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be found; and soon after, the post delivered a letter stating that he had passed away at the same time he had been seen in his son’s room at Cambridge.

Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— and some young ladies, not long ago, were standing together looking in at a shop window at Brighton,—when he suddenly darted across the way, and they saw him hurrying along the street, apparently in pursuit of somebody. After waiting a little while, as he did not return, they went home without him; and, when he was come, they of course arraigned him for his want of gallantry.

Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— and a few young women were recently gathered around a shop window in Brighton when he suddenly dashed across the street. They watched as he hurried down the road, seemingly chasing after someone. After waiting for a bit and seeing that he didn’t come back, they decided to head home without him. When he finally returned, they naturally scolded him for his lack of chivalry.

“I beg your pardon,” said he; “but I saw an acquaintance of mine that owes me money, and I wanted to get hold of him.”

“I’m sorry,” he said; “but I saw a friend of mine who owes me money, and I wanted to track him down.”

“And did you?” inquired the ladies.

“And did you?” the ladies asked.

“No,” returned he; “I kept sight of him some time; but I suddenly missed him—I can’t think how.”

“No,” he replied; “I watched him for a while, but then I suddenly lost track of him—I don’t know how.”

No more was thought of the matter; but, by the next morning’s post, Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— received a letter enclosing a draft, from the father of the young man he had seen, saying that his son had just expired, and that one of his last requests had been that he would pay Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— the money that he owed him.

No one thought about it anymore; however, by the next morning’s mail, Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— got a letter with a check from the father of the young man he had seen, saying that his son had just passed away, and one of his last wishes was for him to pay Mr. C⁠—— F⁠—— the money he owed.

Two young ladies, staying at the Queen’s Ferry, arose one morning early to bathe; as they descended the stairs, they each exclaimed: “There’s my uncle!” They had seen him standing by the clock. He died at that time.

Two young women staying at the Queen’s Ferry got up early one morning to take a bath; as they walked down the stairs, they both shouted, “There’s my uncle!” They had spotted him standing by the clock. He died at that moment.

Very lately, a gentleman living in Edinburgh, while sitting with his wife, suddenly arose from his seat and advanced toward the door with his hand extended, as if about to welcome a visiter. On his wife’s inquiring what he was about, he answered that he had seen so-and-so enter the room. She had seen nobody. A day or two afterward, the post brought a letter announcing the death of the person seen.

Very recently, a man living in Edinburgh, while sitting with his wife, suddenly got up from his chair and walked toward the door with his hand out, as if he was about to greet a visitor. When his wife asked what he was doing, he replied that he had seen someone enter the room. She hadn’t seen anyone. A day or two later, the mail delivered a letter announcing the death of the person he had seen.

A regiment, not very long since, stationed at New Orleans, had a temporary mess-room erected, at one end of which was a door for the officers, and at the other, a door and a space railed off for the messman. One day, two of the officers were playing at chess, or draughts, one sitting with his face toward the centre of the room, the other with his back to it. “Bless me! why, surely that is your brother!” exclaimed the former to the latter, who looked eagerly round, his brother being then, as he believed, in England. By this time the figure, having passed the spot where the officers were sitting, presented only his back to them. “No,” replied the second, “that is not my brother’s regiment; that’s the uniform of the rifle-brigade. By heavens! it is my brother, though,” he added, starting up and eagerly pursuing the stranger, who at that moment turned his head and looked at him, and then, somehow, strangely disappeared among the people standing at the messman’s end of the room. Supposing he had gone out that way, the brother pursued him, but he was not to be found; neither had the messman, nor anybody there, observed him. The young man died at that time in England, having just exchanged into the rifle-brigade.

A regiment, not too long ago, stationed in New Orleans, set up a temporary mess hall. At one end, there was a door for the officers and at the other end, a door with a space fenced off for the messman. One day, two officers were playing chess or checkers, one facing the center of the room and the other with his back to it. “Wow! That has to be your brother!” the first officer exclaimed to the second, who eagerly looked around, thinking his brother was in England. By this time, the figure had moved past where the officers were sitting and was only showing his back. “No,” replied the second officer, “that’s not my brother’s regiment; that’s the rifle brigade uniform. But by heaven! It is my brother,” he added, jumping up and quickly chasing after the stranger, who just then turned his head and looked at him, then oddly vanished among the crowd at the messman’s end of the room. Assuming he had exited that way, the brother searched for him, but he couldn’t be found; neither the messman nor anyone else there had seen him. The young man died at that time in England, having just transferred into the rifle brigade.

I could fill pages with similar instances, not to mention those recorded in other collections and in history. The case of Lord Balcarres is perhaps worth alluding to, from its being so perfectly well established. Nobody has ever disputed the truth of it, only they get out of the difficulty by saying that it was a spectral illusion! Lord Balcarres was in confinement in the castle of Edinburgh, under suspicion of Jacobitism, when one morning, while lying in bed, the curtains were drawn aside by his friend, Viscount Dundee, who looked upon him steadfastly, leaned for some time on the mantel-piece, and then walked out of the room. Lord Balcarres, not supposing that what he saw was a spectre, called to Dundee to come back and speak to him, but he was gone; and shortly afterward the news came that he had fallen about that same hour at Killicranky.

I could fill pages with similar examples, not to mention those recorded in other collections and in history. The case of Lord Balcarres is probably worth mentioning since it's so well established. No one has ever denied its truth; they just avoid the issue by claiming it was a ghostly illusion! Lord Balcarres was imprisoned in the castle of Edinburgh, suspected of being a Jacobite, when one morning, while lying in bed, his friend, Viscount Dundee, drew back the curtains, looked at him intently, leaned on the mantelpiece for a while, and then walked out of the room. Lord Balcarres, not thinking what he saw was a ghost, called out for Dundee to come back and talk to him, but he was already gone; shortly afterward, news arrived that he had fallen around the same time at Killicranky.

Finally, I have met with three instances of persons who are so much the subjects of this phenomenon, that they see the wraiths of most people that die belonging to them, and frequently of those who are merely acquaintance. They see the person as if he were alive, and unless they know him positively to be elsewhere, they have no suspicion but that it is himself, in the flesh, that is before them, till the sudden disappearance of the figure brings the conviction. Sometimes, as in the case of Mr. C⁠—— F⁠——, above alluded to, no suspicion arises till the news of the death arrives; and they mention, without reserve, that they have met so and so, but he did not stop to speak, and so forth.

Finally, I have encountered three cases of people who are so much affected by this phenomenon that they see the apparitions of most people they know who have died, and often even those who are just acquaintances. They perceive the person as if they were alive, and unless they know for sure that the person is elsewhere, they have no doubt that it is the actual person, in the flesh, standing before them, until the sudden vanishing of the figure confirms otherwise. Sometimes, as in the case of Mr. C⁠—— F⁠——, mentioned earlier, no suspicion arises until they receive news of the death; and they casually mention that they encountered someone, but that they didn't stop to talk, and so forth.

On other occasions, however, the circumstances of the appearance are such that the seer is instantly aware of its nature. In the first place, the time and locality may produce the conviction.

On other occasions, though, the circumstances of the appearance make it clear to the seer what it is right away. First of all, the timing and location can create this certainty.

Mrs. J⁠—— wakes her husband in the night, and tells him she has just seen her father pass through the room—she being in the West Indies and her father in England. He died that night. Lord T⁠—— being at sea, on his way to Calcutta, saw his wife enter his cabin.

Mrs. J⁠—— wakes her husband in the night and tells him she just saw her father walk through the room—she's in the West Indies and her father is in England. He died that night. Lord T⁠——, who is at sea on his way to Calcutta, saw his wife enter his cabin.

Mrs. Mac⁠——, of Skye, went from Lynedale, where she resided, to pay a visit in Perthshire. During her absence there was a ball given at Lynedale, and when it was over, three young ladies, two of them her daughters, assembled in their bed-room to talk over the evening’s amusement. Suddenly, one of them cried, “O God! my mother.” They all saw her pass across the room toward a chest of drawers, where she vanished. They immediately told their friends what they had seen, and afterward learned that the lady died that night.

Mrs. Mac⁠——, from Skye, left Lynedale, where she lived, to visit Perthshire. While she was away, a ball was held at Lynedale, and when it ended, three young women, two of whom were her daughters, gathered in their bedroom to discuss the evening's events. Suddenly, one of them exclaimed, “Oh my God! My mother.” They all saw her walk across the room toward a chest of drawers, where she then disappeared. They quickly informed their friends about what they had witnessed and later found out that the lady had died that night.

Lord M⁠—— being from home, saw Lady M⁠——, whom he had left two days before, perfectly well, standing at the foot of his bed; aware of the nature of the appearance, but wishing to satisfy himself that it was not a mere spectral illusion, he called his servant, who slept in the dressing-room, and said, “John, who’s that?” “It’s my lady!” replied the man. Lady M⁠—— had been seized with inflammation, and died after a few hours’ illness. This circumstance awakened so much interest at the time, that, as I am informed by one of the family, George the Third was not satisfied without hearing the particulars from Lord M⁠—— and from the servant also.

Lord M⁠——, being away from home, saw Lady M⁠——, whom he had left two days earlier, looking perfectly fine, standing at the foot of his bed. Knowing what he was seeing but wanting to confirm it wasn’t just a ghostly illusion, he called his servant, who was sleeping in the dressing room, and said, “John, who’s that?” “It’s my lady!” replied the man. Lady M⁠—— had developed an inflammation and died after just a few hours of illness. This event generated so much interest at the time that, as I’ve been told by a family member, George the Third insisted on hearing the details from both Lord M⁠—— and the servant.

But, besides time and locality, there are very frequently other circumstances accompanying the appearance, which not only show the form to be spectral, but also make known to the seer the nature of the death that has taken place.

But, aside from time and place, there are often other factors surrounding the appearance that not only reveal the form to be ghostly but also inform the seer about the nature of the death that occurred.

A lady, with whose family I am acquainted, had a son abroad. One night she was lying in bed, with a door open which led into an adjoining room, where there was a fire. She had not been asleep, when she saw her son cross this adjoining room and approach the fire, over which he leaned, as if very cold. She saw that he was shivering and dripping wet. She immediately exclaimed, “That’s my G⁠——!” The figure turned its face round, looked at her sadly, and disappeared. That same night the young man was drowned.

A woman, whose family I know, had a son overseas. One night, she was lying in bed with the door open to a nearby room, where there was a fire. She wasn't asleep when she saw her son cross that room and move toward the fire, leaning over it as if he were very cold. She noticed he was shivering and soaked. She immediately exclaimed, “That’s my G⁠——!” The figure turned its face toward her, looked at her sadly, and then vanished. That same night, the young man drowned.

Mr. P⁠——, the American manager, in one of his voyages to England, being in bed one night, between sleeping and waking, was disturbed by somebody coming into his cabin, dripping with water. He concluded that the person had fallen overboard, and asked him why he came there to disturb him, when there were plenty of other places for him to go to. The man muttered something indistinctly, and Mr. P⁠—— then perceived that it was his own brother. This roused him completely, and feeling quite certain that somebody had been there, he got out of bed to feel if the carpet was wet on the spot where his brother stood. It was not, however; and when he questioned his shipmates, the following morning, they assured him that nobody had been overboard, nor had anybody been in his cabin. Upon this, he noted down the date and the particulars of the event, and, on his arrival at Liverpool, sent the paper sealed to a friend in London, desiring it might not be opened till he wrote again. The Indian post, in due time, brought the intelligence that on that night Mr. P⁠——’s brother was drowned.

Mr. P⁠——, the American manager, while on a trip to England, found himself in bed one night, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. He was startled by someone entering his cabin, soaking wet. He figured the person must have fallen overboard and asked why they would come into his space when there were plenty of other places to be. The man mumbled something unintelligible, and Mr. P⁠—— then realized it was his own brother. This fully woke him up, and feeling certain that someone had been there, he got out of bed to check if the carpet was wet where his brother had stood. It wasn’t, though, and when he asked his shipmates the next morning, they insisted that no one had gone overboard and that no one had entered his cabin. After that, he wrote down the date and details of the event and, upon arriving in Liverpool, sent the sealed note to a friend in London, instructing them not to open it until he wrote again. Eventually, the Indian post delivered news that on that same night, Mr. P⁠——’s brother had drowned.

A similar case to this is that of Captain Kidd, which Lord Byron used to say he heard from the captain himself. He was one night awakened in his hammock, by feeling something heavy lying upon him. He opened his eyes, and saw, or thought he saw, by the indistinct light in the cabin, his brother, in uniform, lying across the bed. Concluding that this was only an illusion arising out of some foregone dream, he closed his eyes again to sleep; but again he felt the weight, and there was the form still lying across the bed. He now stretched out his hand, and felt the uniform, which was quite wet. Alarmed, he called out for somebody to come to him; and, as one of the officers entered, the figure disappeared. He afterward learned that his brother was drowned on that night in the Indian ocean.

A similar case to this is that of Captain Kidd, which Lord Byron used to say he heard from the captain himself. One night, he was awakened in his hammock by feeling something heavy on him. He opened his eyes and saw, or thought he saw, by the dim light in the cabin, his brother in uniform lying across the bed. Thinking it was just an illusion from a past dream, he closed his eyes again to go back to sleep; but again he felt the weight, and the figure was still lying across the bed. He then reached out his hand and felt the uniform, which was completely wet. Alarmed, he called for someone to come to him, and as one of the officers entered, the figure vanished. He later found out that his brother had drowned that night in the Indian Ocean.

Ben Jonson told Drummond, of Hawthornden, that, being at Sir Robert Cotton’s house, in the country, with old Cambden, he saw, in a vision, his eldest son, then a child at London, appear to him with a mark of a bloody cross on his forehead; at which, amazed, he prayed to God; and, in the morning, mentioned the circumstance to Mr. Cambden, who persuaded him it was fancy. In the meantime, came letters announcing that the boy had died of the plague. The custom of indicating an infected house by a red cross is here suggested, the cross apparently symbolizing the manner of the death.

Ben Jonson told Drummond of Hawthornden that while he was at Sir Robert Cotton’s house in the countryside with the elderly Camden, he had a vision of his eldest son, who was a child back in London, appearing to him with a bloody cross marked on his forehead. Astonished, he prayed to God. The next morning, he mentioned this to Mr. Camden, who convinced him it was just his imagination. In the meantime, he received letters announcing that the boy had died of the plague. The practice of marking an infected house with a red cross is implied here, with the cross seemingly representing the way of death.

Mr. S⁠—— C⁠——, a gentleman of fortune, had a son in India. One fine, calm summer’s morning, in the year 1780, he and his wife were sitting at breakfast, when she arose and went to the window; upon which, turning his eyes in the same direction, he started up and followed her, saying, “My dear, do you see that?”—“Surely,” she replied, “it is our son. Let us go to him!” As she was very much agitated, however, he begged her to sit down and recover herself; and when they looked again, the figure was gone. The appearance was that of their son, precisely as they had last seen him. They took note of the hour, and afterward learned that he had died in India at that period.

Mr. S⁠—— C⁠——, a wealthy gentleman, had a son in India. One beautiful, peaceful summer morning in 1780, he and his wife were having breakfast when she got up and went to the window. He turned to look in the same direction, jumped up, and followed her, saying, “My dear, do you see that?”—“Of course,” she replied, “it’s our son. Let’s go to him!” However, since she was very upset, he urged her to sit down and calm down; when they looked again, the figure was gone. The figure resembled their son exactly as they had last seen him. They noted the time, and later found out that he had died in India at that moment.

A lady, with whose family I am acquainted, was sitting with her son, named Andrew, when she suddenly exclaimed that she had seen him pass the window, in a white mantle. As the window was high from the ground, and overhung a precipice, no one could have passed; else, she said, “Had there been a path, and he not beside her at the moment, she should have thought he had walked by on stilts.” Three days afterward, Andrew was seized with a fever which he had caught from visiting some sick neighbors, and expired after a short illness.

A woman I know, sitting with her son, Andrew, suddenly exclaimed that she had seen him walk by the window in a white cloak. Since the window was high up and looked over a cliff, no one could have passed; otherwise, she said, “If there had been a path, and he hadn’t been right there with her, she would have thought he walked by on stilts.” Three days later, Andrew came down with a fever he caught from visiting some sick neighbors and passed away after a brief illness.

In 1807, when several people were killed in consequence of a false alarm of fire, at Sadler’s Wells, a woman named Price, in giving her evidence at the inquest, said that her little girl had gone into the kitchen about half-past ten o’clock, and was surprised to see her brother there, whom she supposed to be at the theatre. She spoke to him, whereupon he disappeared. The child immediately told her mother, who, alarmed, set off to the theatre, and found the boy dead.

In 1807, when several people were killed due to a false fire alarm at Sadler’s Wells, a woman named Price testified at the inquest that her little girl had gone into the kitchen around 10:30 and was surprised to see her brother there, as she thought he was at the theater. She spoke to him, and then he vanished. The child quickly told her mother, who, feeling anxious, rushed to the theater and found the boy dead.

In the year 1813, a young lady in Berlin, whose intended husband was with the army at Dusseldorf, heard some one knock at the door of her chamber, and her lover entered in a white negligé, stained with blood. Thinking that this vision proceeded from some disorder in herself, she arose and quitted the room, to call a servant; who not being at hand, she returned, and found the figure there still. She now became much alarmed, and having mentioned the circumstance to her father, inquiries were made of some prisoners that were marching through the town, and it was ascertained that the young man had been wounded, and carried to the house of Dr. Ehrlick, in Leipsic, with great hopes of recovery. It afterward proved, however, that he had died at that period, and that his last thoughts were with her. This lady earnestly wished and prayed for another such visit, but she never saw him again.

In 1813, a young woman in Berlin, whose fiancé was with the army in Dusseldorf, heard someone knock at her bedroom door, and her lover walked in wearing a white negligee stained with blood. Believing this was a symptom of her own distress, she got up and left the room to call a servant; but when no one was around, she returned and found the figure still there. She became very alarmed, and after telling her father about it, inquiries were made of some prisoners passing through town. They discovered that her young man had been wounded and taken to Dr. Ehrlick's house in Leipzig, where there were hopes for his recovery. However, it later turned out that he had died at that time, with his last thoughts being of her. This lady fervently wished and prayed for another visit from him, but she never saw him again.

In the same year, a woman in Bavaria, who had a brother with the army in Russia, was one day at field-work, on the skirts of a forest, and everything quiet around her, when she repeatedly felt herself hit by small stones, though, on looking round, she could see nobody. At length, supposing it was some jest, she threw down her implements, and stepped into the wood whence they had proceeded, when she saw a headless figure, in a soldier’s mantle, leaning against a tree. Afraid to approach, she summoned some laborers from a neighboring field, who also saw it; but on going up to it, it disappeared. The woman declared her conviction that the circumstance indicated her brother’s death; and it was afterward ascertained that he had, on that day, fallen in a trench.

In the same year, a woman in Bavaria, whose brother was serving in the army in Russia, was working in the fields near a forest. Everything was quiet around her when she suddenly felt small stones hitting her repeatedly, but when she looked around, she couldn’t see anyone. Thinking it was just a prank, she dropped her tools and walked into the woods where the stones seemed to come from. There, she saw a headless figure dressed in a soldier’s cloak leaning against a tree. Scared to get closer, she called some workers from a nearby field, who also saw it; however, when they approached, the figure vanished. The woman believed that this event signified her brother's death, and it was later confirmed that he had been killed in a trench that day.

Some few years ago, a Mrs. H⁠——, residing in Limerick, had a servant whom she much esteemed, called Nelly Hanlon. Nelly was a very steady person, who seldom asked for a holy-day, and consequently Mrs. H⁠—— was the less disposed to refuse her when she requested a day’s leave of absence for the purpose of attending a fair that was to take place a few miles off. The petition was therefore favorably heard; but when Mr. H⁠—— came home and was informed of Nelly’s proposed excursion, he said she could not be spared, as he had invited some people to dinner for that day, and he had nobody he could trust with the keys of the cellar except Nelly, adding that it was not likely his business would allow him to get home time enough to bring up the wine himself.

A few years ago, a woman named Mrs. H⁠——, who lived in Limerick, had a servant she valued a lot, named Nelly Hanlon. Nelly was very reliable and rarely asked for a day off, so Mrs. H⁠—— was less inclined to refuse her request for a day off to attend a fair a few miles away. Her request was therefore approved; however, when Mr. H⁠—— came home and learned about Nelly's planned outing, he said she couldn’t be spared because he had invited some guests for dinner that day, and he didn't trust anyone else with the keys to the cellar except Nelly. He added that it was unlikely he would be home in time to fetch the wine himself.

Unwilling, however, after giving her consent, to disappoint the girl, Mrs. H⁠—— said that she would herself undertake the cellar department on the day in question; so when the wished-for morning arrived, Nelly departed in great spirits, having faithfully promised to return that night, if possible, or, at the latest, the following morning.

Unwilling, however, after giving her consent, to disappoint the girl, Mrs. H⁠—— said that she would take care of the cellar department on the day in question; so when the eagerly awaited morning arrived, Nelly left in great spirits, having sincerely promised to come back that night, if possible, or, at the latest, the following morning.

The day passed as usual, and nothing was thought about Nelly, till the time arrived for fetching up the wine, when Mrs. H⁠—— proceeded to the cellar-stairs with the key, followed by a servant carrying a bottle-basket. She had, however, scarcely begun to descend, when she uttered a loud scream and dropped down in a state of insensibility. She was carried up stairs and laid upon the bed, while, to the amazement of the other servants, the girl who had accompanied her said that they had seen Nelly Hanlon, dripping with water, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Mr. H⁠—— being sent for, or coming home at the moment, this story was repeated to him, whereupon he reproved the woman for her folly; and, proper restoratives being applied, Mrs. H⁠—— at length began to revive. As she opened her eyes, she heaved a deep sigh, saying, “Oh, Nelly Hanlon!” and as soon as she was sufficiently recovered to speak, she corroborated what the girl had said: she had seen Nelly at the foot of the stairs, dripping as if she had just come out of the water. Mr. H⁠—— used his utmost efforts to persuade his wife out of what he looked upon to be an illusion; but in vain. “Nelly,” said he, “will come home by-and-by and laugh at you;” while she, on the contrary, felt sure that Nelly was dead.

The day went by like any other, and no one thought about Nelly until it was time to get the wine. Mrs. H⁠—— headed to the cellar stairs with the key, followed by a servant carrying a bottle basket. However, she had barely started to go down when she let out a loud scream and collapsed, unconscious. They carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed, while the other servants were amazed to hear the girl who had accompanied her say they had seen Nelly Hanlon, soaked with water, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Mr. H⁠—— was called or returned home just then, and this story was repeated to him. He scolded the woman for her foolishness, and after some proper restoratives were given, Mrs. H⁠—— finally began to come around. As she opened her eyes, she sighed deeply, saying, “Oh, Nelly Hanlon!” Once she was well enough to talk, she confirmed what the girl had said: she had seen Nelly at the foot of the stairs, dripping as if she had just come out of water. Mr. H⁠—— did his best to convince his wife that what she saw was just her imagination, but it was no use. “Nelly,” he said, “will come home soon and laugh about this,” while she, on the other hand, was certain that Nelly was dead.

The night came, and the morning came, but there was no Nelly. When two or three days had passed, inquiries were made; and it was ascertained that she had been seen at the fair, and started to return home in the evening; but from that moment all traces of her were lost till her body was ultimately found in the river. How she came by her death was never known.

The night came, and the morning came, but there was no Nelly. After two or three days, people started asking questions, and it turned out she had been seen at the fair and had started to head home in the evening. But from that point on, there were no signs of her until her body was eventually discovered in the river. The details of how she died were never revealed.

Now, in most of these cases which I have above detailed, the person was seen where his dying thoughts might naturally be supposed to have flown, and the visit seems to have been made either immediately before or immediately after the dissolution of the body: in either case, we may imagine that the final parting of the spirit had taken place, even if the organic life was not quite extinct.

Now, in most of the cases I've detailed above, the person was seen where we would naturally expect their last thoughts to be, and the visit appears to have happened either just before or just after the body died: in either scenario, we can assume that the spirit had already separated, even if the physical life wasn't entirely gone.

I have met with some cases in which we are not left in any doubt with respect to the last wishes of the dying person. For example: a lady, with whom I am acquainted, was on her way to India; when near the end of her voyage, she was one night awakened by a rustling in her cabin, and a consciousness that there was something hovering about her. She sat up, and saw a bluish, cloudy form moving away; but persuading herself it must be fancy, she addressed herself again to sleep; but as soon as she lay down, she both heard and felt the same thing: it seemed to her as if this cloudy form hung over and enveloped her. Overcome with horror, she screamed. The cloud then moved away, assuming distinctly a human shape. The people about her naturally persuaded her that she had been dreaming; and she wished to think so; but when she arrived in India, the first thing she heard was, that a very particular friend had come down to Calcutta to be ready to receive her on her landing, but that he had been taken ill and died, saying he only wished to live to see his old friend once more. He had expired on the night she saw the shadowy form in her room.

I've encountered situations where there's no doubt about the final wishes of someone who's dying. For instance, a lady I know was traveling to India. Near the end of her journey, one night she was woken by a rustling in her cabin and a feeling that something was hovering around her. She sat up and saw a bluish, cloudy figure moving away; convincing herself it was just her imagination, she tried to go back to sleep. But as soon as she lay down, she both heard and felt the same presence: it felt like this cloudy figure was hovering over and surrounding her. Overcome with fear, she screamed. The cloud then moved away, clearly taking on a human shape. People around her naturally tried to convince her it was just a dream, and she wanted to believe that. However, when she arrived in India, the first thing she heard was that a very close friend had come to Calcutta to welcome her as soon as she landed, but he had fallen ill and died, expressing that he only wanted to live to see his old friend one last time. He had passed away on the night she saw the shadowy figure in her room.

A very frightful instance of this kind of phenomenon is related by Dr. H. Werner, of Baron Emilius von O⁠——. This young man had been sent to prosecute his studies in Paris; but, forming some bad connections, he became dissipated, and neglected them. His father’s counsels were unheeded, and his letters remained unanswered. One day the young baron was sitting alone on a seat, in the Bois de Boulogne, and had fallen somewhat into a revery, when, on raising his eyes, he saw his father’s form before him. Believing it to be a mere spectral illusion, he struck at the shadow with his riding-whip, upon which it disappeared. The next day brought him a letter, urging his return home instantly, if he wished to see his parent alive. He went, but found the old man already in his grave. The person who had been about him said that he had been quite conscious, and had a great longing to see his son; he had, indeed, exhibited one symptom of delirium, which was, that after expressing this desire, he had suddenly exclaimed, “My God! he is striking at me with his riding-whip!” and immediately expired.

A very frightening example of this kind of phenomenon is shared by Dr. H. Werner about Baron Emilius von O——. This young man had been sent to study in Paris; however, after making some bad connections, he became wild and neglected his studies. He ignored his father's advice, and his letters went unanswered. One day, while sitting alone on a bench in the Bois de Boulogne, he fell into a daydream. When he looked up, he saw his father's figure in front of him. Thinking it was just a ghostly vision, he swung his riding whip at the shadow, and it disappeared. The following day, he received a letter urging him to come home immediately if he wanted to see his father alive. He went home, only to find that his father was already in his grave. Those who had been around him said that he had been very aware and had a strong desire to see his son; in fact, he had shown one sign of delirium, which was that after expressing this wish, he suddenly shouted, “My God! He is striking at me with his riding whip!” and then he passed away.

In this case, the condition of the dying man resembles that of a somnambulist, in which the patient describes what he sees taking place at a distance; and the archives of magnetism furnish some instances, especially that of Auguste Müller, of Carlsruhe, in which, by the force of will, the sleeper has not only been able to bring intelligence from a distance, but also, like the American magician, to make himself visible. The faculties of prophecy and clear or far seeing, frequently disclosed by dying persons, is fully acknowledged by Dr. Abercrombie and other physiologists.

In this situation, the state of the dying man is similar to that of a sleepwalker, where the person describes what they see happening from afar; the records of magnetism provide some examples, particularly that of Auguste Müller from Carlsruhe, where, through the power of will, the sleeper has not only managed to gather information from a distance but also, like the American magician, make himself visible. The abilities of prophecy and clairvoyance often shown by people who are dying are widely recognized by Dr. Abercrombie and other physiologists.

Mr. F⁠—— saw a female relative, one night, by his bedside. Thinking it was a trick of some one to frighten him, he struck at the figure; whereon she said: “What have I done? I know I should have told it you before.” This lady was dying at a distance, earnestly desiring to speak to Mr. F⁠—— before she departed.

Mr. F⁠—— saw a female relative one night by his bedside. Thinking it was a trick by someone to scare him, he swung at the figure, to which she replied: “What have I done? I know I should have told you before.” This lady was dying far away, desperately wanting to speak to Mr. F⁠—— before she passed away.

I will conclude this chapter with the following extract from “Lockhart’s Life of Scott:”—

I will finish this chapter with the following excerpt from “Lockhart’s Life of Scott:”—

Walter Scott to Daniel Terry, April 30, 1818. (The new house at Abbotsford being then in progress, Scott living in an older part, close adjoining.)

Walter Scott to Daniel Terry, April 30, 1818. (The new house at Abbotsford was being built at that time, Scott was living in an older nearby area.)

“ ‘.....The exposed state of my house has led to a mysterious disturbance. The night before last we were awakened by a violent noise, like drawing heavy boards along the new part of the house. I fancied something had fallen, and thought no more about it. This was about two in the morning. Last night, at the same witching hour, the very same noise occurred. Mrs. Scott, as you know, is rather timbersome; so up I got, with Beardie’s broadsword under my arm—

“‘.....The open layout of my house has caused a strange disturbance. The night before last, we were jolted awake by a loud noise, like heavy boards being dragged across the new part of the house. I assumed something had fallen and didn’t think much of it. This happened around two in the morning. Last night, at the same hour, we heard that same noise again. Mrs. Scott, as you know, is quite nervous; so I got up, with Beardie’s broadsword under my arm—

“Bolt upright,

"Sit up straight,"

And ready to fight.”

And ready to battle.”

But nothing was out of order, neither can I discover what occasioned the disturbance.’ ”

But everything was fine, and I can’t figure out what caused the disruption.”

Mr. Lockhart adds: “On the morning that Mr. Terry received the foregoing letter, in London, Mr. William Erskine was breakfasting with him, and the chief subject of their conversation was the sudden death of George Bullock, which had occurred on the same night, and, as nearly as they could ascertain, at the very hour when Scott was roused from his sleep by the ‘mysterious disturbance’ here described. This coincidence, when Scott received Erskine’s minute detail of what had happened in Tenterdon street (that is, the death of Bullock, who had the charge of furnishing the new rooms at Abbotsford), made a much stronger impression on his mind than might be gathered from the tone of an ensuing communication.”

Mr. Lockhart adds: “On the morning that Mr. Terry received the letter mentioned earlier in London, Mr. William Erskine was having breakfast with him, and the main topic of their conversation was the unexpected death of George Bullock, which had happened the previous night, and, as far as they could tell, at the exact time when Scott was awakened from his sleep by the ‘mysterious disturbance’ described here. This coincidence, when Scott got Erskine’s detailed account of what happened on Tenterdon Street (that is, the death of Bullock, who was responsible for furnishing the new rooms at Abbotsford), made a much stronger impression on him than one might assume from the tone of a later communication.”

It appears that Bullock had been at Abbotsford, and made himself a great favorite with old and young. Scott, a week or two afterward, wrote thus to Terry: “Were you not struck with the fantastical coincidence of our nocturnal disturbances at Abbotsford, with the melancholy event that followed? I protest to you, the noise resembled half a dozen men hard at work, putting up boards and furniture; and nothing can be more certain than that there was nobody on the premises at the time. With a few additional touches, the story would figure in Glanville or Aubrey’s collection. In the meantime, you may set it down with poor Dubisson’s warnings, as a remarkable coincidence coming under your own observation.”

It seems that Bullock had been at Abbotsford and quickly became a favorite among everyone, young and old. A week or two later, Scott wrote to Terry: “Did you notice the strange coincidence of our nighttime disturbances at Abbotsford with the sad event that followed? I swear to you, the noise sounded like half a dozen men working hard, setting up boards and furniture; and it’s absolutely certain that there was no one on the property at the time. With a few more details, the story could easily fit into Glanville or Aubrey’s collection. In the meantime, you can note it down with poor Dubisson’s warnings as an unusual coincidence that you witnessed firsthand.”


CHAPTER VIII.

DOPPELGÄNGERS, OR DOUBLES.

In the instances detailed in the last chapter, the apparition has shown itself, as nearly as could be discovered, at the moment of dissolution; but there are many cases in which the wraith is seen at an indefinite period before or after the catastrophe. Of these I could quote a great number; but as they generally resolve themselves into simply seeing a person where they were not, and death ensuing very shortly afterward, a few will suffice.

In the situations described in the last chapter, the ghost has appeared, as far as anyone can tell, right at the moment of death; however, there are many instances where the apparition is seen at an unclear time before or after the event. I could mention a lot of these cases, but since they usually just involve seeing someone who isn't actually there, with death occurring soon after, a few examples will be enough.

There is a very remarkable story of this kind, related by Macnish, which he calls “a case of hallucination, arising without the individual being conscious of any physical cause by which it might be occasioned.” If this case stood alone, strange as it is, I should think so too: but when similar instances abound, as they do, I can not bring myself to dispose of it so easily. The story is as follows: Mr. H⁠—— was one day walking along the street, apparently in perfect health, when he saw, or supposed he saw, his acquaintance, Mr. C⁠——, walking before him. He called to him aloud; but he did not seem to hear him, and continued moving on. Mr. H⁠—— then quickened his pace for the purpose of overtaking him; but the other increased his, also, as if to keep ahead of his pursuer, and proceeded at such a rate that Mr. H⁠—— found it impossible to make up to him. This continued for some time, till, on Mr. C⁠——’s reaching a gate, he opened it and passed in, slamming it violently in Mr. H⁠——’s face. Confounded at such treatment from a friend, the latter instantly opened the gate, and looked down the long lane into which it led, where, to his astonishment, no one was to be seen. Determined to unravel the mystery, he then went to Mr. C⁠——’s house, and his surprise was great to hear that he was confined to his bed, and had been so for several days. A week or two afterward, these gentlemen met at the house of a common friend, when Mr. H⁠—— related the circumstance, jocularly telling Mr. C⁠—— that, as he had seen his wraith, he of course could not live long. The person addressed laughed heartily, as did the rest of the party; but, in a few days, Mr. C⁠—— was attacked with putrid sore throat and died; and within a short period of his death, Mr. H⁠—— was also in the grave.

There is a really remarkable story of this kind, shared by Macnish, which he calls “a case of hallucination, arising without the individual being aware of any physical cause that might trigger it.” If this case stood alone, as strange as it is, I would think so too; but when similar instances are common, as they are, I can’t dismiss it so easily. The story goes like this: Mr. H⁠—— was walking down the street one day, apparently in perfect health, when he saw, or thought he saw, his acquaintance, Mr. C⁠——, walking ahead of him. He called out to him, but it seemed like he didn’t hear and kept on moving. Mr. H⁠—— then hurried his pace to catch up, but the other man quickened his own pace too, as if trying to stay ahead of him, moving at such a speed that Mr. H⁠—— couldn’t catch up. This went on for a while until Mr. C⁠—— reached a gate, opened it, and slammed it hard in Mr. H⁠——’s face. Shocked by such treatment from a friend, he opened the gate immediately and looked down the long lane it led to, but to his astonishment, no one was there. Determined to solve the mystery, he went to Mr. C⁠——’s house and was greatly surprised to learn that he was bedridden and had been for several days. A week or two later, the two gentlemen met at a mutual friend's house, and Mr. H⁠—— jokingly told Mr. C⁠—— that since he had seen his wraith, he obviously couldn’t live much longer. Mr. C⁠—— laughed heartily, as did the others in the group; but just a few days later, Mr. C⁠—— got sick with a severe sore throat and died, and shortly after his death, Mr. H⁠—— was also in the grave.

This is a very striking case; the hastening on, and the actually opening and shutting the gate, evincing not only will but power to produce mechanical effects, at a time the person was bodily elsewhere. It is true he was ill, and it is highly probable was at the time asleep. The showing himself to Mr. H⁠——, who was so soon to follow him to the grave, is another peculiarity which appears frequently to attend these cases, and which seems like what was in old English, and is still in Scotch, called a tryst—an appointment to meet again between those spirits, so soon to be free. Supposing Mr. C⁠—— to have been asleep, he was possibly, in that state, aware of what impended over both.

This is a very striking case; the quick opening and closing of the gate show not only will but also energy to create mechanical effects, even while the person was physically elsewhere. It's true he was ill, and it's quite likely he was asleep at that time. His appearance to Mr. H⁠——, who was soon to follow him to the grave, is another unusual aspect that often happens in these cases, resembling what was called a secret meeting in old English, and is still known in Scottish—an agreement to meet again between those spirits who are soon to be free. If Mr. C⁠—— was asleep, he may have been aware of what was looming over both.

There is a still more remarkable case given by Mr. Barham in his reminiscences. I have no other authority for it: but he relates, as a fact, that a respectable young woman was awaked, one night, by hearing somebody in her room, and that on looking up she saw a young man to whom she was engaged. Extremely offended by such an intrusion, she bade him instantly depart, if he wished her ever to speak to him again. Whereupon he bade her not be frightened, but said he was come to tell her that he was to die that day six weeks,—and then disappeared. Having ascertained that the young man himself could not possibly have been in her room, she was naturally much alarmed, and, her evident depression leading to some inquiries, she communicated what had occurred to the family with whom she lived—I think as dairy-maid; but I quote from memory. They attached little importance to what seemed so improbable, more especially as the young man continued in perfectly good health, and entirely ignorant of this prediction, which his mistress had the prudence to conceal from him. When the fatal day arrived, these ladies saw the girl looking very cheerful, as they were going for their morning’s ride, and observed to each other that the prophecy did not seem likely to be fulfilled; but when they returned, they saw her running up the avenue toward the house in great agitation, and learned that her lover was either dead or dying, from an accident.

There’s an even more incredible story shared by Mr. Barham in his memories. I have no other source for it, but he recounts as a fact that a respectable young woman was awakened one night by the sound of someone in her room. When she looked up, she saw a young man she was engaged to. Very upset by this intrusion, she told him to leave immediately if he ever wanted her to talk to him again. He then reassured her not to be scared and said he had come to tell her that he would die six weeks later, and then he vanished. After discovering that the young man could not possibly have been in her room, she was understandably alarmed. Her noticeable sadness led to some questions, and she shared what had happened with the family she lived with—I think she was a dairy maid, but I'm quoting from memory. They didn’t take it very seriously since it seemed so unlikely, especially since the young man remained in perfectly good health and was completely unaware of this prediction, which his fiancée wisely kept to herself. When the fateful day arrived, these ladies saw the girl looking quite cheerful as they were heading out for their morning ride and commented to each other that the prophecy didn’t seem likely to come true. However, when they returned, they noticed her running up the path toward the house in a state of great distress and learned that her lover was either dead or dying from an accident.

The only key I can suggest as the explanation of such a phenomenon as this, is, that the young man in his sleep was aware of the fate that awaited him,—and that while the body lay in his bed, in a state approaching to trance or catalepsy, the freed spirit—free as the spirits of the actual dead—went forth to tell the tale to the mistress of his soul.

The only explanation I can offer for such a phenomenon is that the young man, while asleep, was aware of the fate that awaited him. While his body lay in bed, almost in a trance or cataleptic state, his freed spirit—free like the spirits of the truly dead—went out to share the story with the woman who held his heart.

Franz von Baader says, in a letter to Dr. Kerner, that Eckartshausen, shortly before his death, assured him that he possessed the power of making a person’s double or wraith appear, while his body lay elsewhere in a state of trance or catalepsy. He added that the experiment might be dangerous, if care were not taken to prevent intercepting the rapport of the ethereal form with the material one.

Franz von Baader mentions in a letter to Dr. Kerner that Eckartshausen, just before he died, confirmed he had the ability to make a person’s double or spirit appear while their body remained elsewhere in a trance or cataleptic state. He also noted that the experiment could be risky if precautions weren’t taken to avoid disrupting the connection between the ethereal form and the physical body.

A lady, an entire disbeliever in these spiritual phenomena, was one day walking in her own garden with her husband, who was indisposed, leaning on her arm, when seeing a man with his back toward them, and a spade in his hand, digging, she exclaimed, “Look there! who’s that?” “Where?” said her companion; and at that moment the figure leaning on the spade turned round and looked at her, sadly shaking its head, and she saw it was her husband. She avoided an explanation, by pretending she had made a mistake. Three days afterward the gentleman died,—leaving her entirely converted to a belief she had previously scoffed at.

A woman, who completely disbelieved in these spiritual phenomena, was one day walking in her garden with her husband, who was feeling unwell and leaning on her arm. When she saw a man with his back to them, holding a spade and digging, she exclaimed, “Look over there! Who's that?” “Where?” her husband replied; and just then, the figure leaning on the spade turned around and looked at her, sadly shaking its head, and she realized it was her husband. She avoided explaining it by pretending she had made a mistake. Three days later, the gentleman passed away, leaving her fully convinced of a belief she had previously mocked.

Here, again, the foreknowledge and evident design, as well as the power of manifesting it, are extremely curious—more especially as the antitype of the figure was neither in a trance nor asleep, but perfectly conscious, walking and talking. If any particular purpose were to be gained by the information indicated, the solution might be less difficult. One object, it is true, may have been, and indeed was attained, namely, the change in the opinions of the wife; and it is impossible to say what influence such a conversion may have had on her after-life.

Here, once again, the foresight and clear intention, along with the ability to show it, are really interesting—especially since the counterpart of the figure was neither in a trance nor asleep, but fully aware, walking and talking. If there were a specific goal to be achieved by the information provided, figuring it out might be easier. One goal, it is true, may have been, and was indeed achieved, which is the change in the wife’s opinions; and it’s impossible to know what impact such a change might have had on her life afterward.

It must be admitted that these cases are very perplexing. We might, indeed, get rid of them by denying them; but the instances are too numerous, and the phenomenon has been too well known in all ages, to be set aside so easily. In the above examples, the apparition, or wraith, has been in some way connected with the death of the person whose visionary likeness is seen; and, in most of these instances, the earnest longing to behold those beloved seems to have been the means of effecting the object. The mystery of death is to us so awful and impenetrable, and we know so little of the mode in which the spiritual and the corporeal are united and kept together during the continuance of life, or what condition may ensue when this connection is about to be dissolved, that while we look with wonder upon such phenomena as those above alluded to, we yet find very few persons who are disposed to reject them as utterly apocryphal. They feel that in that department, already so mysterious, there may exist a greater mystery still; and the very terror with which the thoughts of present death inspires most minds, deters people from treating this class of facts with that scornful skepticism with which many approximate ones are denied and laughed at. Nevertheless, if we suppose the person to have been dead, though it be but an inappreciable instant of time before he appears, the appearance comes under the denomination of what is commonly called a ghost; for whether the spirit has been parted from the body one second or fifty years, ought to make no difference in our appreciation of the fact, nor is the difficulty less in one case than the other.

It has to be acknowledged that these cases are quite puzzling. We could definitely dismiss them, but there are too many instances, and the phenomenon has been well-known throughout history to ignore so easily. In the examples mentioned, the ghost or apparition is somehow linked to the death of the person whose image is seen. In most of these cases, the deep desire to see loved ones seems to be the reason behind the appearance. The mystery of death is so frightening and unclear to us, and we understand so little about how the spiritual and physical are connected and maintained during life, or what happens when this bond is about to break, that while we marvel at such phenomena as those mentioned, we find very few people who are willing to completely dismiss them as total fabrications. They sense that in this already mysterious realm, there may be even greater mysteries. The very fear that thoughts of death evoke in most people keeps them from treating this type of evidence with the same mocking skepticism that many other similar instances face. However, if we consider the person to be dead, even if it’s just a tiny moment before they appear, that appearance fits into what is commonly called a ghost. Whether the spirit has been separated from the body for one second or fifty years shouldn’t change our perception of the fact, nor does the challenge of understanding it become any less in either case.

I mention this because I have met with, and do meet with, people constantly, who admit this class of facts, while they declare they can not believe in ghosts; the instances, they say, of people being seen at a distance at the period of their death, are too numerous to permit of the fact being denied. In granting it, however, they seem to me to grant everything. If, as I have said above, the person be dead, the form seen is a ghost or spectre, whether he has been dead a second or a century; if he be alive, the difficulty is certainly not diminished; on the contrary, it appears to me to be considerably augmented; and it is to this perplexing class of facts that I shall next proceed, namely, those in which the person is not only alive, as in some of the cases above related, but where the phenomenon seems to occur without any reference to the death of the subject, present or prospective.

I bring this up because I constantly meet people who acknowledge this type of fact, yet insist they can’t believe in ghosts. They claim that the stories of people being seen from a distance at the time of their death are too numerous to dismiss. However, when they accept this, it seems to me they accept everything. If, as I mentioned earlier, the person is dead, then the figure seen is a ghost or specter, whether they died a second ago or a hundred years ago. If the person is alive, the problem doesn't get any easier; in fact, it seems to me it becomes a lot more complicated. This leads me to the puzzling category of facts I will discuss next, where the person is not just alive, as in some of the cases mentioned earlier, but where the phenomenon seems to happen without any connection to the subject’s death, whether past or future.

In either case, we are forced to conclude that the thing seen is the same; the questions are, what is it that we see, and how does it render itself visible? and, still more difficult to answer, appears the question, of how it can communicate intelligence, or exert a mechanical force. As, however, this investigation will be more in its place when I have reached that department of my subject commonly called ghosts, I will defer it for the present, and merely confine myself to that of doubles, or doppelgängers, as the Germans denominate the appearance of a person out of his body.

In either case, we have to conclude that what we see is the same; the questions are, what is it that we see, and how does it make itself visible? Even more challenging to answer is the question of how it can convey intelligence or apply mechanical force. However, since this investigation will fit better when I get to the topic commonly known as ghosts, I will put it on hold for now and will focus solely on doubles, or doppelgängers, as the Germans call the appearance of a person outside of their body.

In treating of the case of Auguste Müller, a remarkable somnambule, who possessed the power of appearing elsewhere, while his body lay cold and stiff in his bed, Professor Keiser, who attended him, says, that the phenomenon, as regards the seer, must be looked upon as purely subjective—that is, that there was no outstanding form of Auguste Müller visible to the sensuous organs, but that the magnetic influence of the somnambule, by the force of his will, acted on the imagination of the seer, and called up the image which he believed he saw. But then, allowing this to be possible, as Dr. Werner says, how are we to account for those numerous cases in which there is no somnambule concerned in the matter, and no especial rapport, that we are aware of, established between the parties? And yet these latter cases are much the most frequent; for, although I have met with numerous instances recorded by the German physiologists, of what is called far-working on the part of the somnambules, this power of appearing out of the body seems to be a very rare one. Many persons will be surprised at these allusions to a kind of magnetic phenomena, of which, in this country, so little is known or believed; but the physiologists and psychologists of Germany have been studying this subject for the last fifty years, and the volumes filled with their theoretical views and records of cases, are numerous beyond anything the English public has an idea of.

In discussing the case of Auguste Müller, a remarkable sleepwalker who had the ability to seemingly be in different places while his body lay cold and stiff in bed, Professor Keiser, who treated him, states that the phenomenon must be viewed as purely subjective concerning the seer. This means that there was no separate form of Auguste Müller visible to the senses; instead, the magnetic influence of the sleepwalker, through the power of his will, affected the imagination of the seer and conjured up the image he thought he saw. However, if we accept this as possible, as Dr. Werner points out, how do we explain the many cases where there is no sleepwalker involved and no known connection between the people? Yet, those latter cases are by far the most common. Although I've encountered many documented instances by German physiologists of what's referred to as "distant working" by sleepwalkers, this ability to appear outside one's body seems to be quite rare. Many people might be surprised by these references to a kind of magnetic phenomena, of which there is so little knowledge or belief in this country; however, the physiologists and psychologists in Germany have been studying this topic for the last fifty years, and the volumes filled with their theories and case records are far more numerous than anything the English public could imagine.

The only other theory I have met with, which pretends to explain the mode of this double appearance, is that of the spirit leaving the body, as we have supposed it to do in cases of dreams and catalepsy; in which instances the nerve-spirit, which seems to be the archæus or astral spirit of the ancient philosophers, has the power of projecting a visible body out of the imponderable matter of the atmosphere. According to this theory, this nerve-spirit, which seems to be an embodiment of—or rather, a body constructed out of the nervous fluid, or ether—in short, the spiritual body of St. Paul, is the bond of union between the body and the soul, or spirit; and has the plastic force of raising up an aerial form. Being the highest organic power, it can not by any other, physical or chemical, be destroyed; and when the body is cast off, it follows the soul; and as, during life, it is the means by which the soul acts upon the body, and is thus enabled to communicate with the external world, so when the spirit is disembodied, it is through this nerve-spirit that it can make itself visible, and even exercise mechanical powers.

The only other theory I’ve come across that tries to explain this dual appearance is the idea of the spirit leaving the body, as we assume it does in cases of dreams and catalepsy. In those cases, the nerve-spirit, which seems to be the archæus or astral spirit described by ancient philosophers, has the ability to project a visible form from the intangible matter of the atmosphere. According to this theory, this nerve-spirit appears to be an embodiment of—or rather, a body made from—the nervous fluid, or ether; in short, it’s the spiritual body of St. Paul, and it serves as the link between the body and the soul, or spirit. This nerve-spirit has the ability to create an aerial form. Being the highest organic power, it cannot be destroyed by any other physical or chemical means; and when the body is shed, it follows the soul. Just as during life, it’s how the soul operates through the body, allowing it to connect with the outside world, when the spirit is disembodied, it’s through this nerve-spirit that it can become visible and even exert physical influence.

It is certain, that not only somnambules, but sick persons, are occasionally sensible of a feeling that seems to lend some countenance to this latter theory.

It’s clear that not just sleepwalkers, but also sick people, sometimes experience a sensation that seems to support this latter theory.

The girl at Canton, for example, mentioned in a former chapter, as well as many somnambulic patients, declare, while their bodies are lying stiff and cold, that they see it, as if out of it; and, in some instances, they describe particulars of its appearance, which they could not see in the ordinary way. There are also numerous cases of sick persons seeing themselves double, where no tendency to delirium or spectral illusion has been observed. These are, in this country, always placed under the latter category; but I find various instances recorded by the German physiologists, where this appearance has been seen by others, and even by children, at the same that it was felt by the invalid. In one of these cases, I find the sick person saying, “I can not think how I am lying. It seems to me that I am divided and lying in two places at once.” It is remarkable, that a friend of my own, during an illness in the autumn of 1845, expressed precisely the same feeling; we, however, saw nothing of this second ego; but it must be remembered, that the seeing of these things, as I have said in a former chapter, probably depends on a peculiar faculty or condition of the seer. The servant of Elisha was not blind, but yet he could not see what his master saw, till his eyes were opened—that is, till he was rendered capable of perceiving spiritual objects.

The girl in Canton, mentioned in a previous chapter, along with many sleepwalking patients, claims that while their bodies are lying stiff and cold, they can see things as if they were outside of themselves. In some cases, they describe details about what they see that they wouldn't normally be able to see. There are also many instances of ill people seeing themselves as duplicates, without any signs of delirium or hallucinations. Here in this country, these situations are always categorized as illusions; however, I have found various records from German physiologists where others, including children, saw this phenomenon at the same time it was felt by the sick person. In one of these cases, the patient said, “I can't understand how I'm lying. It feels like I'm divided and in two places at once.” It's striking that a friend of mine, during an illness in the fall of 1845, expressed the exact same feeling; we, however, did not see this second self. But it's important to note, as I mentioned in a previous chapter, that seeing these things likely depends on a unique ability or state of the observer. Elisha’s servant was not blind, yet he could not see what his master saw until his eyes were opened—that is, until he was made capable of perceiving spiritual things.

When Peter was released from prison by the angel—and it is not amiss here to remark, that even he “wist not that it was true which was done by the angel, but thought he saw a vision,” that is, he did not believe his senses, but supposed himself the victim of a spectral illusion—but when he was released, and went and knocked at the door of the gate, where many of his friends were assembled, they, not conceiving it possible he could have escaped, said, when the girl who had opened the door insisted that he was there, “It is his angel.” What did they mean by this? The expression is not an angel, but his angel. Now, it is not a little remarkable, that in the East, to this day, a double, or doppelgänger, is called a man’s angel, or messenger. As we can not suppose that this term was used otherwise than seriously by the disciples that were gathered together in Mark’s house, for they were in trouble about Peter, and, when he arrived, were engaged in prayer, we are entitled to believe they alluded to some recognised phenomenon. They knew, either that the likeness of a man—his spiritual self—sometimes appeared where bodily he was not; and that this imago or idolon was capable of exerting a mechanical force, or else that other spirits sometimes assumed a mortal form, or they would not have supposed it to be Peter’s angel that had knocked at the gate.

When Peter was released from prison by the angel—and it’s worth noting here that even he “did not realize that what was happening with the angel was true, but thought he saw a vision,” meaning he didn’t trust his senses and assumed he was having a hallucination—but when he was freed and went and knocked at the gate where many of his friends had gathered, they, not believing it was possible he could have escaped, said, when the girl who opened the door insisted he was there, “It’s his angel.” What did they mean by this? The phrase is not an angel, but his angel. Interestingly, in the East, even today, a double or doppelgänger is referred to as a man’s angel or messenger. Since we can’t assume that this term was used casually by the disciples gathered in Mark’s house, as they were worried about Peter and were praying when he arrived, we can believe they were referring to a recognized phenomenon. They understood that a likeness of a person—his spiritual self—could sometimes appear when the person was not physically present; and that this imago or idol could exert a physical force, or that other spirits could take on a human form, otherwise they wouldn’t have thought it was Peter’s angel that had banged at the gate.

Dr. Ennemoser, who always leans to the physical rather than the psychical explanation of a phenomenon, says, that the faculty of self-seeing, which is analogous to seeing another person’s double, is to be considered an illusion; but that this imago of another seen at a distance, at the moment of death, must be supposed to have an objective reality. But if we are capable of thus perceiving the imago of another person, I can not comprehend why we may not see our own; unless, indeed, the former was never perceived but when the body of the person seen was in a state of insensibility; but this does not always seem to be a necessary condition, as will appear by some examples I am about to detail. The faculty of perceiving the object, Dr. Ennemoser considers analogous to that of second sight, and thinks it may be evolved by local, as well as idiosyncratical conditions. The difficulty arising from the fact that some persons are in the habit of seeing the wraiths of their friends and relations, must be explained by his hypothesis. The spirit, as soon as liberated from the body, is adapted for communion with all spirits, embodied or otherwise; but all embodied spirits are not prepared for communion with it.

Dr. Ennemoser, who always prefers physical explanations over psychological ones for phenomena, claims that the ability to see oneself, similar to seeing another person's double, should be viewed as an illusion; however, the image of another person seen from a distance at the moment of death is believed to have an objective reality. If we can perceive the image of someone else, I can't understand why we can't see our own, unless the former was only seen when the person's body was unconscious; yet this doesn’t always seem to be a necessary condition, as I will show through some examples I'll detail. Dr. Ennemoser considers the ability to perceive the object to be similar to second sight and thinks it can develop from both local and individual conditions. The challenge posed by the fact that some people regularly see the wraiths of friends and family must be explained by his theory. The spirit, once freed from the body, is equipped for communication with all spirits, whether they are embodied or not; however, not all embodied spirits are prepared to communicate with it.

A Mr. R⁠——, a gentleman who has attracted public attention by some scientific discoveries, had had a fit of illness at Rotterdam. He was in a state of convalescence, but was still so far taking care of himself as to spend part of the day in bed, when, as he was lying there one morning, the door opened, and there entered in tears, a lady with whom he was intimately acquainted, but whom he believed to be in England. She walked hastily to the side of his bed, wrung her hands, evincing by her gestures extreme anguish of mind, and before he could sufficiently recover his surprise to inquire the cause of her distress and sudden appearance, she was gone. She did not disappear, but walked out of the room again, and Mr. R⁠—— immediately summoned the servants of the hotel, for the purpose of making inquiries about the English lady—when she came, what had happened to her, and where she had gone to, on quitting his room? The people declared there was no such person there; he insisted there was, but they at length convinced him that they, at least, knew nothing about her. When his physician visited him, he naturally expressed the great perplexity into which he had been thrown by this circumstance; and, as the doctor could find no symptoms about his patient that could warrant a suspicion of spectral illusion, they made a note of the date and hour of the occurrence, and Mr. R⁠—— took the earliest opportunity of ascertaining if anything had happened to the lady in question. Nothing had happened to herself, but at that precise period her son had expired, and she was actually in the state of distress in which Mr. R⁠—— beheld her. It would be extremely interesting to know whether her thoughts had been intensely directed to Mr. R⁠—— at the moment; but that is a point which I have not been able to ascertain. At all events the impelling cause of the form projected, be the mode of it what it may, appears to have been violent emotion. The following circumstance, which is forwarded to me by the gentleman to whom it occurred, appears to have the same origin:—

A Mr. R⁠——, a gentleman who caught the public's attention with some scientific discoveries, experienced an illness in Rotterdam. He was recovering but still taking care of himself by spending part of the day in bed. One morning, as he lay there, the door opened, and a lady he was close to, but thought was in England, walked in, crying. She hurried to his bedside, wrung her hands, showing extreme anguish through her gestures. Before he could recover from his surprise and ask about her distress and sudden appearance, she was gone. She didn't vanish; she simply left the room. Mr. R⁠—— quickly called the hotel staff to ask about the English lady—when she arrived, what had happened to her, and where she had gone after leaving his room. The staff insisted there was no such person there. He was adamant that there was, but they eventually convinced him that, at least, they knew nothing about her. When his doctor visited, Mr. R⁠—— expressed the confusion this event caused him. Since the doctor found no signs of hallucination in his patient, they noted the date and time of the incident, and Mr. R⁠—— took the first chance to find out if anything had happened to the lady. Nothing had happened to her personally, but around the same time, her son had died, which was why she was in the distressed state Mr. R⁠—— had seen. It would be very interesting to know if her thoughts had been intensely focused on Mr. R⁠—— at that moment, but I couldn’t find out. In any case, the cause of the apparition, however it happened, seems to have been strong emotion. The following incident, shared with me by the gentleman it happened to, appears to have the same origin:—

“On the evening of the 12th of March, 1792,” says Mr. H⁠——, an artist, and a man of science, “I had been reading in the ‘Philosophical Transactions,’ and retired to my room somewhat fatigued, but not inclined to sleep. It was a bright moonlight night and I had extinguished my candle and was sitting on the side of the bed, deliberately taking off my clothes, when I was amazed to behold the visible appearance of my half-uncle, Mr. R. Robertson, standing before me; and, at the same instant, I heard the words, ‘Twice will be sufficient!’ The face was so distinct that I actually saw the pock-pits. His dress seemed to be made of a strong twilled sort of sackcloth, and of the same dingy color. It was more like a woman’s dress than a man’s—resembling a petticoat, the neck-band close to the chin, and the garment covering the whole person, so that I saw neither hands nor feet. While the figure stood there, I twisted my fingers till they cracked, that I might be sure I was awake.

“On the evening of March 12, 1792,” says Mr. H⁠——, an artist and a man of science, “I had been reading the ‘Philosophical Transactions’ and went to my room somewhat tired, but not ready to sleep. It was a bright moonlit night, and I had blown out my candle and was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly taking off my clothes, when I was astonished to see the clear appearance of my half-uncle, Mr. R. Robertson, standing in front of me; and at the same moment, I heard the words, ‘Two times will be enough!’ The face was so clear that I could actually see the pockmarks. His outfit looked like it was made of a sturdy twilled type of sackcloth and had the same dull color. It looked more like a woman’s outfit than a man’s—similar to a petticoat, the neckband fitted closely to the chin, and the garment covered the entire body, so I saw neither hands nor feet. While the figure stood there, I twisted my fingers until they cracked to make sure I was awake.”

“On the following morning, I inquired if anybody had heard lately of Mr. R., and was well laughed at when I confessed the origin of my inquiry. I confess I thought he was dead; but when my grandfather heard the story, he said that the dress I described, resembled the strait-jacket Mr. R. had been put in formerly, under an attack of insanity. Subsequently, we learned that on the night, and at the very hour I had seen him, he had attempted suicide, and been actually put into a strait-jacket.

“On the next morning, I asked if anyone had heard from Mr. R. lately and got a good laugh when I admitted why I was asking. I honestly thought he was dead; but when my grandfather heard the story, he said that the outfit I described looked like the strait-jacket Mr. R. had been put in before during an episode of insanity. Later, we found out that on the night and at the exact time I saw him, he had tried to take his own life and had actually been put into a strait-jacket.”

“He afterward recovered, and went to Egypt with Sir Ralph Abercrombie. Some people laugh at this story, and maintain that it was a delusion of the imagination; but surely this is blinking the question! Why should my imagination create such an image, while my mind was entirely engrossed with a mathematical problem?”

“He later recovered and went to Egypt with Sir Ralph Abercrombie. Some people laugh at this story and claim it was just a product of my imagination; but surely that misses the point! Why would my imagination conjure up such an image while my mind was completely focused on a mathematical problem?”

The words “Twice will be sufficient.” probably embodied the thought, uttered or not, of the maniac, under the influence of his emotion—two blows or two stabs would be sufficient for his purpose.

The words “Two times will be enough.” likely captured the idea, whether spoken or not, of the maniac, driven by his emotion—two strikes or two stabs would be enough for what he wanted to achieve.

Dr. Kerner relates a case of a Dr. John B⁠——, who was studying medicine in Paris, seeing his mother one night, shortly after he had got into bed, and before he had put out his light. She was dressed after a fashion in which he had never seen her; but she vanished,—and thus, aware of the nature of the appearance, he became much alarmed, and wrote home to inquire after her health. The answer he received was that she was extremely unwell, having been under the most intense anxiety on his account, from hearing that several medical students in Paris had been arrested as resurrectionists; and, knowing his passion for anatomical investigations, she had apprehended he might be among the number. The letter concluded with an earnest request that he would pay her a visit. He did so; and his surprise was so great on meeting her, to perceive that she was dressed exactly as he had seen her in his room at Paris, that he could not at first embrace her, and was obliged to explain the cause of his astonishment and repugnance.

Dr. Kerner tells the story of a Dr. John B⁠——, who was studying medicine in Paris. One night, shortly after getting into bed and before turning off his light, he saw his mother. She was dressed in a way he had never seen before; then she disappeared. Realizing what he had seen, he became very worried and wrote home to check on her health. The response he received said she was very unwell, having been extremely anxious about him after hearing that several medical students in Paris had been arrested for being body snatchers. Knowing about his interest in anatomical studies, she feared he might be one of them. The letter ended with a heartfelt request for him to visit her. He did visit, and his surprise was immense when he saw her dressed exactly as she had been in his room in Paris. He was so taken aback that he couldn't embrace her at first and had to explain why he was astonished and hesitant.

An analogous case to these is that of Dr. Donne,—which is already mentioned in so many publications, that I should not allude to it here but for the purpose of showing that these examples belong to a class of facts, and that it is not to be supposed that similarity argues identity, or that one and the same story is reproduced with new names and localities. I mention this because, when circumstances of this kind are related, I sometimes hear people say, “Oh, I have heard that story before, but it was said to have happened to Mr. So-and-so, or at such a place;” the truth being, that these things happen in all places and to a great variety of people.

An equivalent case to these is that of Dr. Donne, which has been mentioned in so many publications that I wouldn't bring it up here except to show that these examples belong to a class of facts, and we shouldn’t assume that similarity means identity, or that one story is just repeated with different names and locations. I bring this up because, when stories like this are shared, I sometimes hear people say, “Oh, I’ve heard that story before, but it was said to have happened to Mr. So-and-so, or at some other place;” the truth is, these things happen everywhere and to a wide range of people.

Dr. Donne was with the embassy in Paris, where he had been but a short time, when his friend Mr. Roberts, entering the salon, found him in a state of considerable agitation. As soon as he was sufficiently recovered to speak, he said that his wife had passed twice through the room with a dead child in her arms. An express was immediately despatched to England to inquire for the lady, and the intelligence returned was that, after much suffering, she had been delivered of a dead infant. The delivery had taken place at the time that her husband had seen her in Paris. Nobody has ever disputed Dr. Donne’s assertion that he saw his wife: but, as usual, the case is crammed into the theory of spectral illusions. They say Dr. Donne was naturally very anxious about his wife’s approaching confinement, of which he must have been aware, and that his excited imagination did all the rest. In the first place, I do not find it recorded that he was suffering any particular anxiety on the subject; and, even if he were, the coincidences in time and in the circumstance of the dead child remain unexplained. Neither are we led to believe that the doctor was unwell, or living the kind of life that is apt to breed thick-coming fancies. He was attached to the embassy in the gay city of Paris; he had just been taking luncheon with others of the suite, and had been left alone but a short time, when he was found in the state of amazement above described. If such extraordinary cases of spectral illusion as this, and many others I am recording, can suddenly arise in constitutions apparently healthy, it is certainly high time that the medical world reconsider the subject, and give us some more comprehensible theory of it; if they are not cases of spectral illusion, but are to be explained under that vague and abused term imagination, let us be told something more about imagination—a service which those who consider the word sufficient to account for these strange phenomena, must of course be qualified to perform. If, however, both these hypotheses—for they are but simple hypotheses, unsupported by any proof whatever, only, being delivered with an air of authority in a rationalistic age, they have been allowed to pass unquestioned—if, however, they are not found sufficient to satisfy a vast number of minds, which I know to be the case, I think the inquiry I am instituting can not be wholly useless or unacceptable, let it lead us where it may. The truth is all I seek; and I think there is a very important truth to be deduced from the further investigation of this subject in its various relations—in short, a truth of paramount importance to all others; one which contains evidence of a fact in which we are more deeply concerned than in any other, and which, if well established, brings demonstration to confirm intuition and tradition. I am very well aware of all the difficulties in the way—difficulties internal and external,—many inherent to the subject itself, and others extraneous but inseparable from it; and I am very far from supposing that my book is to settle the question even with a single mind. All I hope or expect is to show that the question is not disposed of yet, either by the rationalists or the physiologists, and that it is still an open one; and all I desire is to arouse inquiry and curiosity, and that thus some mind, better qualified than mine to follow out the investigation, may be incited to undertake it.

Dr. Donne was at the embassy in Paris for only a short time when his friend Mr. Roberts walked into the hair salon and found him noticeably upset. Once he calmed down enough to talk, he said that his wife had walked through the room twice carrying a dead child. An urgent message was sent to England to check on her, and the response was that, after a lot of pain, she had given birth to a stillborn baby. This delivery happened at the same time her husband claimed to have seen her in Paris. No one has ever disputed Dr. Donne’s claim that he saw his wife, but, as usual, skeptics are quick to fit it into the theory of spectral illusions. They argue that Dr. Donne was naturally anxious about his wife's impending delivery, which he must have known about, and that his heightened imagination caused the rest. However, I don't find any record of him being particularly worried about it; and even if he were, the coincidences in time and the circumstance of the dead child remain unexplained. We also have no evidence that he was unwell or living a life that might provoke wild imaginings. He was stationed at the embassy in lively Paris; he had just had lunch with colleagues from the suite, and had only been alone for a short while when he was found amazed as described. If such extraordinary cases of spectral illusion can suddenly occur in seemingly healthy individuals, it’s certainly time for the medical community to rethink this topic and provide a clearer theory. If these aren't cases of spectral illusion but should fall under the vague and overused term creativity, we should learn more about imagination—something that those who believe this term can explain these strange occurrences should be prepared to address. If, however, neither of these theories—since they are mere hypotheses lacking any real proof and are accepted with authority in a rational era—satisfies numerous minds, as I know they do not, then the inquiry I’m launching cannot be entirely pointless or unwelcome, regardless of where it leads us. The truth is all I seek; and I believe there's a crucial truth to be uncovered through further exploration of this topic in all its aspects—a truth that is significantly more important than others; one that provides evidence of a reality we care about deeply, and that, if well established, reinforces intuition and tradition. I'm fully aware of all the obstacles—both internal and external—many of which are directly tied to the topic, and others that are unrelated yet inseparable from it; and I don’t think my book will resolve the question for anyone. All I hope to achieve is to demonstrate that the question hasn’t been settled yet, neither by rationalists nor by physiologists, and that it remains open; I only wish to stimulate inquiry and curiosity so that someone more qualified than I am may be inspired to pursue it.

Dr. Kerner mentions the case of a lady named Dillenius, who was awakened one night by her son, a child six years of age; her sister-in-law, who slept in the same room, also awoke at the same time, and all three saw Madame Dillenius enter the room, attired in a black dress, which she had lately bought. The sister said, “I see you double! you are in bed, and yet you are walking about the room.” They were both extremely alarmed, while the figure stood between the doors in a melancholy attitude with the head leaning on the hand. The child—who also saw it, but seems not to have been terrified—jumped out of bed, and running to the figure, put his hand through it as he attempted to push it, exclaiming, “Go away, you black woman.” The form, however, remained as before; and the child, becoming alarmed, sprung into bed again. Madame Dillenius expected that the appearance foreboded her own death; but that did not ensue. A serious accident immediately afterward occurred to her husband, and she fancied there might be some connection between the two events.

Dr. Kerner talks about a woman named Dillenius who was woken up one night by her six-year-old son. Her sister-in-law, who was also sleeping in the same room, woke up at the same time, and all three of them saw Madame Dillenius walk into the room wearing a black dress she had recently bought. The sister said, “I see you double! You’re in bed, but you’re also walking around the room.” Both women were really scared as the figure stood between the doors in a sad pose with its head resting on its hand. The child, who also saw it but didn’t seem scared, jumped out of bed, ran to the figure, and put his hand through it while trying to push it away, shouting, “Go away, you black woman.” However, the figure stayed just as it was, and the child, now frightened, jumped back into bed. Madame Dillenius thought the appearance meant she would die, but that didn’t happen. Soon after, a serious accident happened to her husband, and she wondered if there was a connection between the two events.

This is one of those cases which, from their extremely perplexing nature, have induced some psychologists to seek an explanation in the hypothesis that other spirits may for some purpose, or under certain conditions, assume the form of a person with a view to giving an intimation or impression, which the gulf separating the material from the spiritual world renders it difficult to convey. As regards such instances as that of Madame Dillenius, however, we are at a loss to discover any motive—unless, indeed, it be sympathy—for such an exertion of power, supposing it to be possessed. But in the famous case of Catherine of Russia, who is said, while lying in bed, to have been seen by the ladies to enter the throne-room, and, being informed of the circumstance, went herself and saw the figure seated on the throne, and bade her guards fire on it, we may conceive it possible that her guardian-spirit, if such she had, might adopt this mode of warning her to prepare for a change, which, after such a life as hers, we are entitled to conclude she was not very fit to encounter.

This is one of those cases that, due to their incredibly confusing nature, have led some psychologists to suggest an explanation based on the idea that other spirits might, for some purpose or under certain conditions, take on the form of a person to convey a message or feeling that is difficult to communicate due to the divide between the material and spiritual worlds. However, in instances like that of Madame Dillenius, we struggle to find any motive—unless, of course, it's sympathy—for such an exertion of power, assuming it exists. But in the well-known case of Catherine of Russia, who was reportedly seen by the ladies entering the throne room while lying in bed, and upon learning of this, went to see the figure sitting on the throne and ordered her guards to shoot at it, we might think it possible that her guardian spirit, if she had one, could have used this method to warn her to prepare for a change, which, after such a life as hers, we can reasonably assume she wasn't very equipped to handle.

There are numerous examples of similar phenomena to be met with. Professor Stilling relates that he heard from the son of a Madame M⁠——, that his mother, having sent her maid up stairs on an errand, the woman came running down in a great fright, saying that her mistress was sitting above, in her arm-chair, looking precisely as she had left her below. The lady went up stairs, and saw herself as described by the woman, very shortly after which she died.

There are many similar occurrences to consider. Professor Stilling shares a story he heard from the son of a Madame M⁠——. He said that his mother had sent her maid upstairs on an errand, but the maid came running back down in a panic, claiming that her mistress was sitting upstairs in her armchair, looking exactly as she had when the maid left her below. The lady went upstairs and saw herself as the maid had described, and shortly after that, she died.

Dr. Werner relates that a jeweller at Ludwigsburg, named Ratzel, when in perfect health, one evening, on turning the corner of a street, met his own form, face to face. The figure seemed as real and lifelike as himself; and he was so close as to look into its very eyes. He was seized with terror, and it vanished. He related the circumstance to several people, and endeavored to laugh, but, nevertheless, it was evident he was painfully impressed with it. Shortly afterward, as he was passing through a forest, he fell in with some wood-cutters, who asked him to lend a hand to the ropes with which they were pulling down an oak-tree. He did so, and was killed by its fall.

Dr. Werner shares that a jeweler in Ludwigsburg named Ratzel, while in perfect health, one evening turned a corner and encountered his own doppelgänger face to face. The figure looked just as real and lifelike as him, so close that he could see into its eyes. He was struck with terror, and it vanished. He told several people about it and tried to laugh off the experience, but it was clear he was deeply shaken. Shortly after, while walking through a forest, he came across some woodcutters who asked him to help with the ropes they were using to pull down an oak tree. He agreed, and was killed when it fell.

Becker, professor of mathematics at Rostock, having fallen into argument with some friends regarding a disputed point of theology, on going to his library to fetch a book which he wished to refer to, saw himself sitting at the table in the seat he usually occupied. He approached the figure, which appeared to be reading, and, looking over its shoulder, he observed that the book open before it was a bible, and that, with one of the fingers of the right hand, it pointed to the passage—“Make ready thy house, for thou must die!” He returned to the company, and related what he had seen, and, in spite of all their arguments to the contrary, remained fully persuaded that his death was at hand. He took leave of his friends, and expired on the following day, at six o’clock in the evening. He had already attained a considerable age.

Becker, a mathematics professor at Rostock, got into a debate with some friends over a disputed theological point. He went to his library to grab a book he wanted to refer to and saw himself sitting at the table in his usual spot. He walked over to the figure, which seemed to be reading, and looking over its shoulder, he noticed that the book open in front of it was a Bible. One of its right-hand fingers was pointing to the passage, "Make ready thy house, for thou must die!" He went back to his friends and shared what he had seen, and despite their arguments to the contrary, he was convinced that his death was near. He said goodbye to his friends and passed away the next day at six in the evening. He had already lived a long life.

Those who would not believe in the appearance, said he had died of the fright; but, whether he did so or not, the circumstance is sufficiently remarkable: and, if this were a real, outstanding apparition, it would go strongly to support the hypothesis alluded to above, while, if it were a spectral illusion, it is certainly an infinitely strange one.

Those who refused to believe in the appearance claimed he had died of shock; however, whether he really did or not, the situation is definitely noteworthy: and if this was a genuine, extraordinary ghost, it would strongly back up the theory mentioned earlier, whereas, if it was a ghostly illusion, it is certainly an incredibly strange one.

As I am aware how difficult it is, except where the appearance is seen by more persons than one, to distinguish cases of actual self-seeing from those of spectral illusion, I do not linger longer in this department; but, returning to the analogous subject of doppelgängers, I will relate a few curious instances of this kind of phenomena:—

As I understand how challenging it is, unless more than one person is present to see it, to tell the difference between real self-seeing and optical illusions, I won’t spend more time on that topic. Instead, I’ll go back to the related subject of lookalikes and share some interesting examples of this kind of phenomenon:—

Stilling relates that a government-officer, of the name of Triplin, in Weimar, on going to his office to fetch a paper of importance, saw his own likeness sitting there, with the deed before him. Alarmed, he returned home, and desired his maid to go there and fetch the paper she would find on the table. The maid saw the same form, and imagined that her master had gone by another road, and got there before her. His mind seems to have preceded his body.

Stilling tells the story of a government officer named Triplin in Weimar. One day, as he went to his office to retrieve an important document, he saw his own image sitting there with the paper in front of him. Alarmed, he went back home and asked his maid to go to the office and pick up the document she would find on the table. The maid saw the same figure and assumed her master had taken a different route and arrived before her. It appears that his mind was there before his body.

The landrichter, or sheriff, F⁠——, in Frankfort, sent his secretary on an errand. Presently afterward, the secretary re-entered the room, and laid hold of a book. His master asked him what had brought him back, whereupon the figure vanished, and the book fell to the ground. It was a volume of Linnæus. In the evening, when the secretary returned, and was interrogated with regard to his expedition, he said that he had fallen into an eager dispute with an acquaintance, as he went along, about some botanical question, and had ardently wished he had had his Linnæus with him to refer to.

The sheriff, F⁠——, in Frankfurt, sent his secretary on an errand. Soon after, the secretary walked back into the room and grabbed a book. His boss asked him why he had returned, at which point the figure vanished, and the book dropped onto the floor. It was a book by Linnæus. In the evening, when the secretary came back and was questioned about his trip, he said he had gotten into a heated debate with a friend about some botanical issue and had really wished he had his Linnæus with him to look up information.

Dr. Werner relates that Professor Happach had an elderly maid-servant, who was in the habit of coming every morning to call him, and on entering the room, which he generally heard her do, she usually looked at a clock which stood under the mirror. One morning, she entered so softly, that, though he saw her, he did not hear her foot. She went, as was her custom, to the clock, and came to his bedside, but suddenly turned round and left the room. He called after her, but she not answering, he jumped out of bed and pursued her. He could not see her, however, till he reached her room, where he found her fast asleep in bed. Subsequently, the same thing occurred frequently with this woman.

Dr. Werner shares that Professor Happach had an elderly maid who would come by every morning to wake him up. When she entered the room, he usually heard her, but she would often check the clock that was under the mirror. One morning, she came in so quietly that, even though he saw her, he didn’t hear her footsteps. She went to the clock, approached his bedside, but then suddenly turned around and left the room. He called after her, but when she didn’t respond, he jumped out of bed and went after her. He couldn’t see her until he reached her room, where he found her fast asleep in bed. This same thing happened frequently with this woman afterward.

An exactly parallel case was related to me, as occurring to himself, by a publisher in Edinburgh. His housekeeper was in the habit of calling him every morning. On one occasion, being perfectly awake, he saw her enter, walk to the window, and go out again without speaking. Being in the habit of fastening his door, he supposed he had omitted to do so; but presently afterward he heard her knocking to come in, and he found the door was still locked. She assured him she had not been there before. He was in perfectly good health at the time this happened.

An exactly parallel case was shared with me, as happening to him, by a publisher in Edinburgh. His housekeeper would call him every morning. One time, fully awake, he saw her come in, walk to the window, and leave again without saying a word. Since he usually locked his door, he thought he must have forgotten to do it; but shortly after, he heard her knocking to be let in, and he discovered the door was still locked. She confirmed that she hadn’t been there before. He was in perfectly good health when this happened.

Only a few nights since, a lady, with whom I am intimately acquainted, was in bed, and had not been to sleep, when she saw one of her daughters, who slept in an upper room, and who had retired to rest some time before, standing at the foot of her bed. “H⁠——,” she said, “what is the matter? what are you come for?” The daughter did not answer, but moved away. The mother jumped out of bed, but not seeing her, got in again: but the figure was still there. Perfectly satisfied it was really her daughter, she spoke to her, asking if anything had happened; but again the figure moved silently away, and again the mother jumped out of bed, and actually went part of the way up stairs: and this occurred a third time! The daughter was during the whole of this time asleep in her bed, and the lady herself is quite in her usual state of health—not robust, but not by any means sickly, nor in the slightest degree hysterical or nervous; yet she is perfectly convinced that she saw the figure of her daughter on that occasion, though quite unable to account for the circumstance. Probably the daughter was dreaming of the mother.

Just a few nights ago, a lady I know well was in bed, unable to sleep, when she saw one of her daughters, who was in an upstairs room and had gone to bed a while earlier, standing at the foot of her bed. “H⁠——,” she said, “what's wrong? Why are you here?” The daughter didn’t respond but moved away. The mother jumped out of bed, but not seeing her, got back in; yet the figure was still there. Fully convinced it was really her daughter, she asked if anything was wrong; but again the figure silently moved away, and the mother jumped out of bed again, actually going partway up the stairs. This happened a third time! Meanwhile, the daughter was sound asleep in her bed, and the lady herself was in her usual health—not overly strong, but certainly not sickly, and not at all hysterical or nervous; yet she is completely convinced she saw her daughter's figure that night, though she can't explain it. It's possible the daughter was dreaming about her mother.

Edward Stern, author of some German works, had a friend who was frequently seen out of the body, as the Germans term it; and the father of that person was so much the subject of this phenomenon, that he was frequently observed to enter his house while he was yet working in the fields! His wife used to say to him, “Why, papa, you came home before;” and he would answer, “I dare say, I was so anxious to get away earlier, but it was impossible!”

Edward Stern, who wrote some German works, had a friend who was often seen out of body, as the Germans call it. The father of this person was so often caught up in this phenomenon that he was frequently noticed entering his house while he was still working in the fields! His wife would say to him, “Why, dad, you came home earlier;” and he would reply, “I suppose I was really eager to leave sooner, but it just wasn’t possible!”

The cook in a convent of nuns, at Ebersdorf, was frequently seen picking herbs in the garden, when she was in the kitchen and much in need of them.

The cook at a convent of nuns in Ebersdorf was often spotted picking herbs in the garden when she was in the kitchen and really needed them.

A Danish physician, whose name Dr. Werner does not mention, is said to have been frequently seen entering a patient’s room, and on being spoken to, the figure would disappear, with a sigh. This used to occur when he had made an appointment which he was prevented keeping, and was rendered uneasy by the failure. The hearing of it, however, occasioned him such an unpleasant sensation, that he requested his patients never to tell him when it happened.

A Danish doctor, whose name Dr. Werner doesn’t mention, is said to have often been seen entering a patient’s room, and when spoken to, the figure would vanish with a sigh. This would happen when he had made an appointment that he couldn’t keep, leaving him feeling anxious about the missed meeting. However, hearing about it caused him such discomfort that he asked his patients not to tell him when it occurred.

A president of the supreme court, in Ulm, named Pfizer, attests the truth of the following case: A gentleman, holding an official situation, had a son at Göttingen, who wrote home to his father, requesting him to send him, without delay, a certain book, which he required to aid him in preparing a dissertation he was engaged in. The father answered that he had sought but could not find the work in question. Shortly afterward, the latter had been taking a book from his shelves, when, on turning round, he beheld, to his amazement, his son just in the act of stretching up his hand toward one on a high shelf in another part of the room. “Hallo!” he exclaimed, supposing it to be the young man himself, but the figure disappeared; and, on examining the shelf, the father found there the book that was required, which he immediately forwarded to Göttingen; but before it could arrive there, he received a letter from his son, describing the exact spot where it was to be found.

A president of the supreme court in Ulm, named Pfizer, confirms the truth of the following case: A man with an official job had a son studying at Göttingen, who wrote home asking his father to send him a certain book he needed for his dissertation. The father replied that he had looked for the book but couldn’t find it. Shortly after, while taking a book off his shelves, the father turned around and was shocked to see his son reaching for a book on a high shelf in another part of the room. “Hey!” he shouted, thinking it was his son, but the figure vanished; when he checked the shelf, he found the required book there, which he quickly sent to Göttingen. However, before it could arrive, the father received a letter from his son describing exactly where the book was located.

A case of what is called spectral illusion is mentioned by Dr. Paterson, which appears to me to belong to the class of phenomena I am treating of. One Sunday evening, Miss N⁠—— was left at home, the sole inmate of the house, not being permitted to accompany her family to church on account of her delicate state of health. Her father was an infirm old man, who seldom went from home, and she was not aware whether, on this occasion, he had gone out with the rest or not. By-and-by, there came on a severe storm of thunder, lightning, and rain, and Miss N⁠—— is described as becoming very uneasy about her father. Under the influence of this feeling, Dr. Paterson says she went into the back room, where he usually sat, and there saw him in his arm-chair. Not doubting but it was himself, she advanced and laid her hand upon his shoulder, but her hand encountered vacancy; and, alarmed, she retired. As she quitted the room, however, she looked back, and there still sat the figure. Not being a believer in what is called the “supernatural,” Miss N⁠—— resolved to overcome her apprehensions, and return into the room, which she did, and saw the figure as before. For the space of fully half an hour she went in and out of the room in this manner, before it disappeared. She did not see it vanish, but the fifth time she returned, it was gone.

A case of what’s known as spectral illusion is mentioned by Dr. Paterson, which seems to fit the type of phenomena I’m discussing. One Sunday evening, Miss N⁠—— was home alone, not allowed to go with her family to church because of her delicate health. Her father was an old man who rarely left the house, and she wasn’t sure if he had gone out with the rest of the family this time. Eventually, a severe storm hit with thunder, lightning, and rain, and Miss N⁠—— became very anxious about her father. Feeling this way, Dr. Paterson notes that she went into the back room where he usually sat and saw him in his armchair. Believing it was really him, she approached and placed her hand on his shoulder, but her hand met empty space, and she became alarmed and stepped back. However, as she left the room, she looked back and saw the figure still sitting there. Not someone who believed in the so-called “supernatural,” Miss N⁠—— decided to overcome her fears and went back into the room. She saw the figure just like before. For a full half hour, she kept going in and out of the room like this until it finally disappeared. She didn’t see it vanish, but the fifth time she returned, it was gone.

Dr. Paterson vouches for the truth of this story, and no doubt of its being a mere illusion occurs to him, though the lady had never before or since, as she assured him, been troubled with the malady. It seems to me much more likely that, when the storm came on, the thoughts of the old man would be intensely drawn homeward: he would naturally wish himself in his comfortable arm-chair, and, knowing his young daughter to be alone, he would inevitably feel some anxiety about her too. There was a mutual projection of their spirits toward each other; and the one that was most easily freed from its bonds, was seen where in the spirit it actually was; for, as I have said above, a spirit out of the flesh, to whom space is annihilated, must be where its thoughts and affections are, for its thoughts and affections are itself.

Dr. Paterson confirms the truth of this story, and he has no doubt that it isn't just an illusion, even though the woman told him she had never experienced this issue either before or since. I think it’s much more likely that when the storm hit, the old man's thoughts would have been intensely focused on home: he would naturally want to be in his comfy armchair, and knowing his young daughter was alone, he'd inevitably feel some worry about her. There was a shared connection between their spirits; the one that was most capable of breaking free from its physical constraints could be seen where its spirit truly was. As I mentioned before, a spirit that is no longer tied to a body, for whom space is irrelevant, has to be where its thoughts and feelings are, because its thoughts and feelings are what define it.

I observe that Sir David Brewster and others, who have written on this subject, and who represent all these phenomena as images projected on the retina from the brain, dwell much on the fact that they are seen alike, whether the eye be closed or open. There are, however, two answers to be made to this argument: first, that even if it were so, the proof would not be decisive, since it is generally with closed eyes that somnambulic persons see, whether natural somnambules or magnetic patients; and, secondly, I find in some instances, which appear to me to be genuine cases of an objective appearance, that where the experiment has been tried, the figure is not seen when the eyes are closed.

I notice that Sir David Brewster and others who have written about this topic, claiming that these phenomena are images projected onto the retina from the brain, emphasize that they look the same whether the eyes are open or closed. However, there are two responses to this argument: first, even if that were true, it wouldn't be a conclusive proof, as somnambulists—either natural or those influenced by magnetism—often see with their eyes closed; and second, I have observed genuine cases that seem to show objective appearances, where in tests conducted, the figure is not seen when the eyes are closed.

The author of a work entitled “An Inquiry into the Nature of Ghosts,” who adopts the illusion theory, relates the following story, as one he can vouch for, though not permitted to give the names of the parties:—

The author of a work called “An Inquiry into the Nature of Ghosts,” who supports the illusion theory, shares the following story, which he can vouch for, although he's not allowed to disclose the names of the people involved:—

“Miss ——, at the age of seven years, being in a field not far from her father’s house, in the parish of Kirklinton, in Cumberland, saw what she thought was her father in the field, at a time that he was in bed, from which he had not been removed for a considerable period. There were in the field also, at the same moment, George Little, and John, his fellow-servant. One of these cried out, ‘Go to your father, miss!’ She turned round, and the figure had disappeared. On returning home, she said, ‘Where is my father?’ The mother answered, ‘In bed, to be sure, child!’—out of which he had not been.”

“Miss ——, at the age of seven, was in a field not far from her father's house in the parish of Kirklinton, Cumberland, when she saw what she thought was her father. At that time, he was actually in bed, having not gotten up for quite a while. In the field with her were George Little and John, his fellow worker. One of them shouted, ‘Go to your father, miss!’ She turned around, and the figure was gone. When she got home, she asked, ‘Where is my father?’ Her mother replied, ‘In bed, of course, child!’—and he hadn't gotten up.”

I quote this case, because the figure was seen by two persons. I could mention several similar instances, but when only seen by one, they are, of course, open to another explanation.

I mention this case because two people witnessed the figure. I could provide several similar examples, but when only one person sees it, they can obviously be interpreted in another way.

Goethe (whose family, by-the-way, were ghost-seers) relates that as he was once in an uneasy state of mind, riding along the footpath toward Drusenheim, he saw, “not with the eyes of his body, but with those of his spirit,” himself on horseback coming toward him, in a dress that he then did not possess. It was gray, and trimmed with gold. The figure disappeared; but eight years afterward he found himself, quite accidentally, on that spot, on horseback, and in precisely that attire. This seems to have been a case of second-sight.

Goethe (whose family, by the way, could see ghosts) shares that once, while he was feeling uneasy and riding along the path toward Drusenheim, he saw, “not with his physical eyes, but with those of his spirit,” himself on horseback coming toward him, wearing a outfit he didn’t own at the time. It was gray and had gold trim. The figure vanished; but eight years later, he happened to find himself in that same spot, on horseback, and exactly in that outfit. This seems to have been a case of second sight.

The story of Byron’s being seen in London when he was lying in a fever at Patras, is well known; but may possibly have arisen from some extraordinary personal resemblance, though so firm was the conviction of its being his actual self, that a bet of a hundred guineas was offered on it.

The story of Byron being spotted in London while he was sick with a fever in Patras is well known; however, it might have come from a remarkable personal resemblance. Still, the belief that it was actually him was so strong that someone even placed a bet of a hundred guineas on it.

Some time ago, the “Dublin University Magazine” related a case—I know not on what authority—as having occurred at Rome, to the effect that a gentleman had, one night on going home to his lodging, thrown his servant into great amazement, the man exclaiming, “Good Lord, sir, you came home before!” He declared that he had let his master into the house, attended him up stairs, and, I think, undressed him, and seen him get into bed. When they went to the room, they found no clothes; but the bed appeared to have been lain in, and there was a strange mark upon the ceiling, as if from the passage of an electrical fluid. The only thing the young man could remember, whereby to account for this extraordinary circumstance, was, that while abroad, and in company, he had been overcome with ennui, fallen into a deep reverie, and had for a time forgotten that he was not at home.

Some time ago, the “Dublin University Magazine” reported a case—I don’t know what the source was—that happened in Rome. It was about a man who, one night when he got back to his place, left his servant completely shocked. The servant exclaimed, “Good Lord, sir, you got home before!” He claimed he had let his master into the house, helped him upstairs, and I think, undressed him, and saw him get into bed. When they got to the room, they found no clothes, but the bed looked like someone had been lying in it, and there was a strange mark on the ceiling, as if something electrical had passed through. The only thing the young man could remember to explain this strange situation was that while he was out with friends, he had been overwhelmed with boredom, fallen into a deep daydream, and had momentarily forgotten he wasn’t at home.

When I read this story, though I have learned from experience to be very cautious how I pronounce that impossible which I know nothing about, I confess it somewhat exceeded my receptive capacity, but I have since heard of a similar instance, so well authenticated, that my incredulity is shaken.

When I read this story, even though I've learned from experience to be careful about saying something is impossible when I don’t know anything about it, I admit it kind of overwhelmed me. However, I've since come across a similar case that's so well documented that my disbelief is starting to fade.

Dr. Kerner relates that a canon of a catholic cathedral, of somewhat dissipated habits, on coming home one evening, saw a light in his bed-room. When the maid opened the door, she started back with surprise, while he inquired why she had left a candle burning up stairs; upon which she declared that he had come home just before, and gone to his room, and she had been wondering at his unusual silence. On ascending to his chamber, he saw himself sitting in the arm-chair. The figure rose, passed him, and went out at the room-door. He was extremely alarmed, expecting his death was at hand. He, however, lived many years afterward, but the influence on his moral character was very beneficial.

Dr. Kerner shares that a canon of a Catholic cathedral, who had somewhat wild habits, saw a light in his bedroom one evening when he came home. When the maid opened the door, she gasped in surprise, and he asked her why she had left a candle burning upstairs. She replied that he had come home just before and gone to his room, and she had been puzzled by his unusual silence. When he went up to his chamber, he saw himself sitting in the armchair. The figure stood up, passed by him, and walked out the door. He was very alarmed, fearing that his death was imminent. However, he lived many more years afterward, and the experience positively impacted his moral character.

Not long since, a professor, I think of theology, at a college at Berlin, addressed his class, saying, that, instead of his usual lecture, he should relate to them a circumstance which, the preceding evening, had occurred to himself, believing the effects would be no less salutary.

Not long ago, a professor, I think of theology, at a college in Berlin, spoke to his class, saying that instead of his usual lecture, he would share with them an experience he had the night before, believing it would be just as beneficial.

He then told them that, as he was going home the last evening, he had seen his own imago, or double, on the other side of the street. He looked away, and tried to avoid it, but, finding it still accompanied him, he took a short cut home, in hopes of getting rid of it, wherein he succeeded, till he came opposite his own house, when he saw it at the door.

He then told them that, as he was heading home the night before, he saw his own image or doppelgänger on the other side of the street. He looked away and tried to ignore it, but when he found it still following him, he took a shortcut home, hoping to lose it. He managed to do so until he reached his own house, where he saw it standing at the door.

It rang, the maid opened, it entered, she handed it a candle, and, as the professor stood in amazement, on the other side of the street, he saw the light passing the windows, as it wound its way up to his own chamber. He then crossed over and rang; the servant was naturally dreadfully alarmed on seeing him, but, without waiting to explain, he ascended the stairs. Just as he reached his own chamber, he heard a loud crash, and, on opening the door, they found no one there, but the ceiling had fallen in, and his life was thus saved. The servant corroborated this statement to the students; and a minister, now attached to one of the Scotch churches, was present when the professor told his tale. Without admitting the doctrine of protecting spirits, it is difficult to account for these latter circumstances.

It rang, the maid opened the door, and it walked in, handing her a candle. As the professor stood there in disbelief, he noticed a light moving past the windows across the street, making its way up to his own room. He then crossed the street and rang the bell; the servant was understandably shocked to see him, but without pausing to explain, he rushed up the stairs. Just as he reached his room, he heard a loud crash, and when he opened the door, he found nobody inside, but the ceiling had collapsed, thereby saving his life. The servant confirmed this account to the students, and a minister, now part of a Scottish church, was there when the professor shared his story. Without accepting the idea of guardian spirits, it's hard to explain these unusual circumstances.

A very interesting case of an apparent friendly intervention occurred to the celebrated Dr. A⁠—— T⁠——, of Edinburgh. He was sitting up late one night, reading in his study, when he heard a foot in the passage, and knowing the family were, or ought to be, all in bed, he rose and looked out to ascertain who it was, but, seeing nobody, he sat down again. Presently, the sound recurred, and he was sure there was somebody, though he could not see him. The foot, however, evidently ascended the stairs, and he followed it, till it led him to the nursery-door, which he opened, and found the furniture was on fire; and thus, but for this kind office of his good angel, his children would have been burned in their beds.

A very interesting case of an apparent friendly intervention happened to the famous Dr. A⁠—— T⁠—— from Edinburgh. He was sitting up late one night, reading in his study, when he heard footsteps in the hallway. Knowing that the family was, or should be, all in bed, he got up to see who it was, but when he looked, he saw nobody, so he sat back down. Soon, he heard the sound again and was sure someone was there, even though he couldn’t see anyone. The footsteps clearly moved up the stairs, so he followed them until they led him to the nursery door. He opened it and found the furniture was on fire; without this kind intervention from his guardian angel, his children could have ended up burned in their beds.

The most extraordinary history of this sort, however, with which I am acquainted, is the following, the facts of which are perfectly authentic:—

The most incredible story of this kind that I know is the following, and the facts are completely true:—

Some seventy or eighty years since, the apprentice, or assistant, of a respectable surgeon in Glasgow, was known to have had an illicit connection with a servant-girl, who somewhat suddenly disappeared. No suspicion, however, seems to have been entertained of foul play. It appears rather to have been supposed that she had retired for the purpose of being confined, and, consequently, no inquiries were made about her.

About seventy or eighty years ago, the apprentice or assistant of a respected surgeon in Glasgow was known to have had an inappropriate relationship with a servant girl, who vanished suddenly. However, there doesn’t seem to have been any suspicion of foul play. It was rather assumed that she had gone away to give birth, and as a result, no one bothered to look for her.

Glasgow was, at that period, a very different place to what it is at present, in more respects than one; and, among its peculiarities, was the extraordinary strictness with which the observance of the sabbath was enforced, insomuch, that nobody was permitted to show themselves in the streets or public walks during the hours dedicated to the church services, and there were actually inspectors appointed to see that this regulation was observed, and to take down the names of defaulters.

Glasgow was, at that time, a very different place than it is now, in more ways than one; and one of its peculiarities was the unusual strictness with which the observance of the Sabbath was enforced. People were not allowed to be seen in the streets or public areas during the hours set aside for church services, and there were even inspectors assigned to ensure this rule was followed, taking down the names of anyone who broke it.

At one extremity of the city, there is some open ground, of rather considerable extent, on the north side of the river, called “The Green,” where people sometimes resort for air and exercise; and where lovers not unfrequently retire to enjoy as much solitude as the proximity to so large a town can afford.

At one end of the city, there's a large open area on the north side of the river called “The Green,” where people often go for fresh air and exercise; and where couples frequently go to experience as much solitude as being near a big city allows.

One Sunday morning, the inspectors of public piety above alluded to having traversed the city, and extended their perquisitions as far as the lower extremity of the Green, where it was bounded by a wall, observed a young man lying on the grass, whom they immediately recognised to be the surgeon’s assistant. They, of course, inquired why he was not at church, and proceeded to register his name in their books, but, instead of attempting to make any excuse for his offence, he only rose from the ground, saying, “I am a miserable man; look in the water!” He then immediately crossed a stile, which divided the wall, and led to a path extending along the side of the river toward the Rutherglen road. They saw him cross the stile, but, not comprehending the significance of his words, instead of observing him further, they naturally directed their attention to the water, where they presently perceived the body of a woman. Having with some difficulty dragged it ashore, they immediately proceeded to carry it into the town, assisted by several other persons, who by this time had joined them. It was now about one o’clock, and, as they passed through the streets, they were obstructed by the congregation that was issuing from one of the principal places of worship; and, as they stood up for a moment, to let them pass, they saw the surgeon’s assistant issue from the church door. As it was quite possible for him to have gone round some other way, and got there before them, they were not much surprised. He did not approach them, but mingled with the crowd, while they proceeded on their way.

One Sunday morning, the inspectors of public morality mentioned that they had walked through the city and had extended their search as far as the lower end of the Green, where it was bordered by a wall. There, they noticed a young man lying on the grass, who they immediately recognized as the surgeon’s assistant. They naturally asked why he wasn't at church and started to jot down his name in their records. Instead of making any excuse for missing church, he simply got up from the ground and said, “I’m a miserable man; look in the water!” He then quickly crossed a stile that separated the wall and led to a path beside the river towards the Rutherglen road. They saw him cross the stile, but not understanding the meaning of his words, they instead turned their attention to the water, where they soon saw the body of a woman. After some effort, they pulled it ashore and began to carry it into town, aided by several other people who had joined them by this point. It was now around one o’clock, and as they walked through the streets, they were blocked by the crowd coming out of one of the main places of worship. While they paused for a moment to let them through, they noticed the surgeon’s assistant coming out of the church door. Since it was entirely possible for him to have taken a different route and arrived there before them, they weren't too surprised. He didn't approach them but blended into the crowd as they continued on their way.

On examination, the woman proved to be the missing servant-girl. She was pregnant, and had evidently been murdered with a surgeon’s instrument, which was found entangled among her clothes. Upon this, in consequence of his known connection with her, and his implied self-accusation to the inspectors, the young man was apprehended on suspicion of being the guilty party, and tried upon the circuit. He was the last person seen in her company, immediately previous to her disappearance; and there was, altogether, such strong presumptive evidence against him, as corroborated by what occurred on the green would have justified a verdict of guilty. But, strange to say, this last most important item in the evidence failed, and he established an incontrovertible alibi; it being proved, beyond all possibility of doubt, that he had been in church from the beginning of the service to the end of it. He was, therefore, acquitted; while the public were left in the greatest perplexity, to account as they could for this extraordinary discrepancy. The young man was well known to the inspectors, and it was in broad daylight that they had met him and placed his name in their books. Neither, it must be remembered, were they seeking for him, nor thinking of him, nor of the woman, about whom there existed neither curiosity nor suspicion. Least of all, would they have sought her where she was, but for the hint given to them.

Upon examination, the woman turned out to be the missing servant girl. She was pregnant and had clearly been murdered with a surgeon’s instrument, which was found tangled in her clothes. Because of his known connection to her and his implied self-accusation to the inspectors, the young man was taken into custody on suspicion of being the guilty party and was tried in court. He was the last person seen with her just before she disappeared, and there was such strong circumstantial evidence against him that, based on what happened on the green, it would have justified a guilty verdict. But, strangely enough, this crucial piece of evidence fell short, and he proved he had an unshakeable alibi; it was established, beyond any doubt, that he had been in church from the start of the service until it ended. Therefore, he was acquitted, leaving the public in great confusion as they tried to make sense of this bizarre discrepancy. The young man was well-known to the inspectors, and they had encountered him in broad daylight, noting his name in their records. Importantly, they were neither searching for him nor thinking about him or the woman, about whom there was no curiosity or suspicion. Above all, they wouldn't have searched for her where she was unless they had received a tip.

The interest excited, at the time, was very great; but no natural explanation of the mystery has ever been suggested.

The interest generated at the time was extremely high; however, no natural explanation for the mystery has ever been proposed.


CHAPTER IX.

APPARITIONS.

The number of stories on record, which seem to support the views I have suggested in my last chapter, is, I fancy, little suspected by people in general; and still less is it imagined that similar occurrences are yet frequently taking place. I had, indeed, myself no idea of either one circumstance or the other, till my attention being accidentally turned in this direction, I was led into inquiries, the result of which has extremely surprised me. I do not mean to imply that all my acquaintance are ghost-seers, or that these things happen every day; but the amount of what I do mean, is this: first, that besides the numerous instances of such phenomena alluded to in history, which have been treated as fables by those who profess to believe the rest of the narratives, though the whole rests upon the same foundation, that is, tradition and hearsay; besides these, there exists in one form or another, hundreds and hundreds of recorded cases, in all countries, and in all languages, exhibiting that degree of similarity which mark them as belonging to a class of facts, many of these being of a nature which seems to preclude the possibility of bringing them under the theory of spectral illusions; and, secondly, that I scarcely meet any one man or woman, who, if I can induce them to believe I will not publish their names, and am not going to laugh at them, is not prepared to tell me of some occurrence of the sort, as having happened to themselves, their family, or their friends. I admit that in many instances they terminate their narration, by saying, that they think it must have been an illusion, because they can not bring themselves to believe in ghosts; not unfrequently adding, that they wish to think so; since to think otherwise would make them uncomfortable. I confess, however, that this seems to me a very unwise, as well as a very unsafe way of treating the matter. Believing the appearance to be an illusion, because they can not bring themselves to believe in ghosts, simply amounts to saying, “I don’t believe, because I don’t believe;” and is an argument of no effect, except to invalidate their capacity for judging the question, at all; but the second reason for not believing, namely, that they do not wish to do so, has not only the same disadvantage, but is liable to much more serious objections; for it is our duty to ascertain the truth in an affair that concerns every soul of us so deeply; and to shrink from looking at it, lest it should disclose something we do not like, is an expedient as childish as it is desperate.

The number of recorded stories that seem to support the views I presented in my last chapter is, I believe, little known to most people; and even less is it recognized that similar events are still happening frequently. In fact, I had no idea of either circumstance until my attention was accidentally drawn in that direction, leading me to investigate, the results of which have greatly surprised me. I don’t mean to suggest that all my friends are ghost-seers, or that these things happen every day; but what I do mean is this: first, aside from the many historical accounts of such phenomena that have been dismissed as myths by those who claim to believe the rest of the narratives, even though everything is based on the same foundation of tradition and hearsay; besides these, there are countless recorded cases in various forms, across all countries and languages, showing enough similarities to classify them as a distinct group of facts, many of which seem to rule out the possibility of being mere spectral illusions; and second, I can hardly find anyone, man or woman, who, if I convince them I won't share their name or laugh at them, isn’t ready to share some occurrence of this kind that has happened to them, their family, or their friends. I acknowledge that in many cases, they end their stories by saying they think it must have been an illusion, because they can't bring themselves to believe in ghosts; they often add that they wish to think this way, since believing otherwise would make them uncomfortable. However, I think this approach is both unwise and unsafe. Believing the experience was an illusion because they can’t believe in ghosts essentially means, “I don’t believe, because I don’t believe;” and this argument holds no weight, as it undermines their ability to judge the issue at all; but the second reason for disbelief, namely, that they simply don’t want to believe, has even greater drawbacks; it is our responsibility to uncover the truth in matters that deeply affect each of us; and avoiding the inquiry merely because it might reveal something unpleasant is as childish as it is desperate.

In reviewing my late novel of “Lilly Dawson,” where I announce the present work, I observe that while some of the reviewers scout the very idea of anybody’s believing in ghosts, others, less rash, while they admit that it is a subject we know nothing about, object to further investigation, on account of the terrors and uncomfortable feelings that will be engendered. Now, certainly, if it were a matter in which we had no personal concern, and which belonged merely to the region of speculative curiosity, everybody would be perfectly justified in following their inclinations with regard to it; there would be no reason for frightening themselves, if they did not like it; but, since it is perfectly certain that the fate of these poor ghosts, be what it may, will be ours some day—perhaps before another year or another week has passed over our heads—to shut our eyes to the truth, because it may perchance occasion us some uncomfortable feelings, is surely a strange mixture of contemptible cowardice and daring temerity. If it be true that, by some law of nature, departed souls occasionally revisit the earth, we may be quite certain that it was intended we should know it, and that the law is to some good end; for no law of God can be purposeless or mischievous; and is it conceivable that we should say we will not know it, because it is disagreeable to us? Is not this very like saying, “Let us eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow we die!” and yet refusing to inquire what is to become of us when we do die? refusing to avail ourselves of that demonstrative proof which God has mercifully placed within our reach? And, with all this obstinacy, people do not get rid of the apprehension; they go on struggling against it and keeping it down by argument and reason; but there are very few persons indeed, men or women, who, when placed in a situation calculated to suggest the idea, do not feel the intuitive conviction striving within them. In the ordinary circumstances of life, nobody suffers from this terror; in the extraordinary ones, I find the professed disbelievers not much better off than the believers. Not long ago, I heard a lady expressing the great alarm she should have felt, had she been exposed to spend a whole night on Ben Lomond, as Margaret Fuller, the American authoress, did lately; “for,” said she, “though I don’t believe in ghosts, I should have been dreadfully afraid of seeing one then!”

In reviewing my recent novel "Lilly Dawson," where I introduce this current work, I notice that while some reviewers dismiss the very idea of anyone believing in ghosts, others, less extreme, agree that it's a topic we know nothing about but oppose further investigation because of the fears and unease it might create. Now, surely, if it were a matter that didn’t affect us personally and was only a subject of curious speculation, everyone would be completely justified in following their interests; there would be no reason to scare themselves if they weren’t into it. However, since it’s certain that the fate of these poor ghosts, whatever it may be, will be ours someday—perhaps before another year or even another week has passed—weirdly closing our eyes to the truth just to avoid some uncomfortable feelings seems like a strange mix of cowardice and boldness. If it’s true that, by some law of nature, departed souls occasionally return to Earth, we can be sure it was meant for us to know and that the law serves a good purpose; no law of God can be random or harmful. Is it really reasonable to say we won’t learn about it just because it feels unpleasant? Isn’t this similar to saying, “Let’s eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!” but also refusing to find out what happens to us when we do die? Rejecting the clear evidence that God has graciously put within our reach? With all this stubbornness, people don’t eliminate the fear; they keep fighting against it and suppressing it with logic and reasoning. Yet there are very few people, men or women, who when faced with a situation that suggests the idea, don’t feel that deep instinctive belief battling inside them. In everyday life, nobody is troubled by this fear; in unusual situations, I find the self-proclaimed disbelievers aren’t much better off than the believers. Not long ago, I heard a woman expressing her great fear she would feel if she were to spend a whole night on Ben Lomond, as Margaret Fuller, the American author, recently did; “for,” she said, “even though I don’t believe in ghosts, I would have been extremely scared of seeing one then!”

Moreover, though I do not suppose that man, in his normal state, could ever encounter an incorporeal spirit without considerable awe, I am inclined to think that the extreme terror the idea inspires arises from bad training. The ignorant frighten children with ghosts, and the better educated assure them there is no such thing. Our understanding may believe the latter, but our instincts believe the former; so that, out of this education, we retain the terror, and just belief enough to make it very troublesome whenever we are placed in circumstances that awaken it. Now, perhaps, if the thing were differently managed, the result might be different. Suppose the subject were duly investigated, and it were ascertained that the views which I and many others are disposed to entertain with regard to it are correct,—and suppose, then, children were calmly told that it is not impossible but that, on some occasion, they may see a departed friend again—that the laws of nature, established by an allwise Providence, admit of the dead sometimes revisiting the earth, doubtless for the benevolent purpose of keeping alive in us our faith in a future state—that death is merely a transition to another life, which it depends on ourselves to make happy or otherwise—and that while those spirits which appear bright and blessed may well be objects of our envy, the others should excite only our intense compassion: I am persuaded that a child so educated would feel no terror at the sight of an apparition, more especially as there very rarely appears to be anything terrific in the aspect of these forms; they generally come in their “habits as they lived,” and appear so much like the living person in the flesh, that where they are not known to be already dead, they are frequently mistaken for them. There are exceptions to this rule,—but the forms in themselves rarely exhibit anything to create alarm.

Moreover, while I don’t think that a person, in their usual state, could ever face a ghost without feeling a sense of awe, I believe that the intense fear the idea brings comes from poor upbringing. Uninformed people scare children with tales of ghosts, while those who are better educated assure them that there’s no such thing. Our minds might accept the latter, but our instincts cling to the former; as a result, we carry the fear and just enough belief to make it very troublesome whenever we find ourselves in situations that trigger it. Now, perhaps, if things were handled differently, the outcome might be different. Imagine if the subject were properly explored, and it turned out that the ideas I and many others hold about it are accurate—and suppose then that children were calmly told that it’s not impossible they might see a deceased friend again—that the laws of nature, set by an all-wise Providence, allow for the dead to sometimes return to earth, likely to help reinforce our belief in an afterlife—that death is simply a transition to another existence, which we can choose to make happy or unhappy—and that while those spirits that appear bright and blessed might rightfully make us envious, the others should only inspire our deep compassion: I’m convinced that a child raised this way would feel no fear at the sight of a ghost, especially since these forms rarely look frightening; they typically appear just as they did in life and look so much like the living person that if they aren’t recognized as already dead, they’re often mistaken for them. There are exceptions to this, but the forms themselves usually don’t show anything alarming.

As a proof that a child would not naturally be terrified at the sight of an apparition, I will adduce the following instance, the authenticity of which I can vouch for:—

As proof that a child wouldn't naturally be scared by the sight of a ghost, I’ll present the following example, the authenticity of which I can confirm:—

A lady with her child embarked on board a vessel at Jamaica, for the purpose of visiting her friends in England, leaving her husband behind her quite well. It was a sailing packet; and they had been some time at sea, when one evening, while the child was kneeling before her saying his prayers previous to going to rest, he suddenly said: “Mamma, papa!” “Nonsense, my dear!” the mother answered, “you know your papa is not here!”—“He is indeed, mamma,” returned the child, “he is looking at us now.” Nor could she convince him to the contrary. When she went on deck, she mentioned the circumstance to the captain, who thought it so strange, that he said he would note down the date of the occurrence. The lady begged him not to do so, saying it was attaching a significance to it which would make her miserable. He did it, however; and, shortly after her arrival in England, she learned that her husband had died exactly at that period.

A woman and her child boarded a ship in Jamaica to visit friends in England, leaving her husband behind, who was perfectly fine. It was a sailing packet, and they had been at sea for a while when one evening, while the child knelt in front of her saying his prayers before bed, he suddenly said, “Mom, dad!” “That’s silly, sweetheart!” the mother replied, “you know your dad isn’t here!”—“Yes, he is, Mom,” the child insisted, “he’s watching us right now.” She couldn’t convince him otherwise. When she went on deck, she mentioned the incident to the captain, who found it so strange that he said he would note the date. The woman asked him not to do that, saying it would give it a meaning that would make her unhappy. He did it anyway, and shortly after she arrived in England, she found out her husband had died exactly at that time.

I have met with other instances in which children have seen apparitions without exhibiting any alarm; and in the case of Fredericka Hauffe, the infant in her arms was frequently observed to point smilingly to those which she herself said she saw. In the above related case, we find a valuable example of an apparition which we can not believe to have been a mere subjective phenomenon, being seen by one person and not by another. The receptivity of the child may have been greater, or the rapport between it and its father stronger; but this occurrence inevitably leads us to suggest, how often our departed friends may be near us, and we not see them!

I’ve come across other cases where children have seen ghosts without showing any fear; in the case of Fredericka Hauffe, the baby in her arms often pointed and smiled at things she claimed to see. In the situation mentioned above, we have a valuable example of an apparition that we can’t dismiss as just a personal experience, being seen by one person and not by another. The child might have been more receptive, or there could have been a stronger connection between them and their father; but this event makes us wonder how often our loved ones who have passed might be close by, and we just don’t notice them!

A Mr. B⁠——, with whom I am acquainted, informed me that, some years ago, he lost two children. There was an interval of two years between their deaths; and about as long a period had elapsed since the decease of the second, when the circumstance I am about to relate took place. It may be conceived that at that distance of time, however vivid the impression had been at first, it had considerably faded from the mind of a man engaged in business; and he assures me that, on the night this event occurred, he was not thinking of the children at all; he was, moreover, perfectly well, and had neither eaten nor drank anything unusual, nor abstained from eating or drinking anything to which he was accustomed. He was therefore in his normal state; when shortly after he had lain down in bed, and before he had fallen asleep, he heard the voice of one of the children say: “Papa—papa!”

A Mr. B——, whom I know, told me that a few years back, he lost two children. There was a two-year gap between their deaths, and about the same amount of time had passed since the second one died when the event I'm about to share happened. It's reasonable to think that after that much time, no matter how strong the initial impact was, it had significantly faded from the mind of someone busy with work. He reassured me that on the night this happened, he wasn't thinking about the children at all; he was also perfectly fine and hadn't eaten or drunk anything unusual, nor had he skipped any food or drink he usually consumed. So he was in his normal state when, shortly after he got into bed and before he fell asleep, he heard one of the children's voices say, "Papa—papa!"

“Do you hear that?” he said to his wife, who lay beside him—“I hear Archy calling me, as plain as ever I heard him in my life!”

“Do you hear that?” he said to his wife, who was lying next to him—“I can hear Archy calling me, just as clearly as I ever have in my life!”

“Nonsense!” returned the lady; “you are fancying it.”

“Nonsense!” the lady replied. “You’re just imagining things.”

But presently he again heard “Papa, papa!” and now both voices spoke. Upon which—exclaiming, “I can stand this no longer”—he started up, and, drawing back the curtains, saw both children in their night-dresses, standing near the bed. He immediately jumped out; whereupon they retreated slowly, and with their faces toward him, to the window, where they disappeared. He says that the circumstance made a great impression upon him at the time; and, indeed, that it was one that could never be effaced; but he did not know what to think of it, not believing in ghosts, and therefore concluded it must have been some extraordinary spectral illusion, especially as his wife heard nothing. It may have been so; but that circumstance by no means proves it.

But soon he heard “Papa, papa!” again, and this time both voices were speaking. He exclaimed, “I can’t take this anymore,” jumped up, and pulled back the curtains to see both kids in their pajamas, standing by the bed. He quickly got out of bed, and they slowly backed away, facing him, until they reached the window, where they vanished. He says this moment left a huge impact on him, one that he could never forget. However, he didn’t know what to make of it because he didn’t believe in ghosts, so he thought it must have been some unusual optical illusion, especially since his wife didn’t hear anything. It could have been, but that doesn’t prove anything.

From these varying degrees of susceptibility, or affinity, there seems to arise another consequence, namely, that more than one person may see the same object, and yet see it differently, and I mention this particularly, because it is one of the objections that unreflecting persons make to phenomena of this kind, second sight especially. In the remarkable instance which is recorded to have occurred at Ripley, in the year 1812, to which I shall allude more particularly in a future chapter, much stress was laid on the fact, that the first seer said, “Look at those beasts!” While the second answered, they were “not beasts, but men.” In a former chapter, I mentioned the case of a lady, on board a ship, seeing and feeling a sort of blue cloud hanging over her, which afterward, as it retired, assumed a human form, though still appearing a vapory substance. Now, possibly, had her receptivity, or the rapport, been greater, she might have seen the distinct image of her dying friend. I have met with several instances of these cloudy figures being seen, as if the spirit had built itself up a form of atmospheric air; and it is remarkable, that when other persons perceived the apparitions that frequented the Seeress of Prevorst, some saw those as cloudy forms, which she saw distinctly attired in the costume they wore when alive; and thus, on some occasions, apparitions are represented as being transparent, while on others they have not been distinguishable from the real corporeal body. All these discrepancies, and others, to be hereafter alluded to, are doubtless only absurd to our ignorance; they are the results of physical laws, as absolute, though not so easily ascertained, as those by which the most ordinary phenomena around us are found explicable.

From these different levels of sensitivity, or attraction, it seems another outcome arises: more than one person can look at the same object and see it in different ways. I bring this up specifically because it’s one of the criticisms that uninformed people make about phenomena like this, especially second sight. In the remarkable case reported to have happened in Ripley in 1812, which I will discuss in more detail in a future chapter, significant emphasis was placed on the fact that the first seer exclaimed, “Look at those beasts!” while the second claimed they were “not beasts, but men.” In a previous chapter, I mentioned a woman aboard a ship who saw and felt a sort of blue cloud hovering over her, which later, as it faded away, took on a human form, though still appearing misty. Now, maybe if her sensitivity or connection had been stronger, she might have seen the clear image of her dying friend. I’ve come across several cases of these cloudy figures being seen, as if the spirit had created a form made of atmospheric air; and it’s noteworthy that when others witnessed the apparitions that surrounded the Seeress of Prevorst, some perceived them as cloudy forms while she clearly saw them dressed in the clothing they wore when they were alive. Thus, at times, apparitions are described as transparent, while at other times they can’t be distinguished from a real physical body. All these discrepancies, along with others that I will refer to later, are certainly just absurd to our ignorance; they result from physical laws that are definite, though not as easily identifiable as those that explain the most ordinary phenomena around us.

With respect to these cloudy forms, I have met with four instances lately, two occurring to ladies, and two to gentlemen; the one a minister, and the other a man engaged in business; and although I am quite aware that these cases are not easily to be distinguished from those of spectral illusion, yet I do not think them so myself; and as they occurred to persons in their normal state of health, who never before or since experienced anything of the kind, and who could find nothing in their own circumstances to account for its happening then, I shall mention them. In the instances of the gentlemen and one of the ladies, they were suddenly awakened, they could not tell by what, and perceived bending over them a cloudy form, which immediately retreated slowly to the other end of the room, and disappeared. In the fourth case, which occurred to an intimate friend of my own, she had not been asleep; but having been the last person up in the house, had just stepped into the bed, where her sister had already been some time asleep. She was perfectly awake, when her attention was attracted by hearing the clink of glass, and, on looking up, she saw a figure standing on the hearth, which was exactly opposite her side of the bed, and as there was water and a tumbler there, she concluded that her sister had stepped out at the bottom, unperceived by her, and was drinking. While she was carelessly observing the figure, it moved toward the bed, and laid a heavy hand upon her, pressing her arm in a manner that gave her pain. “Oh, Maria, don’t!” she exclaimed; but as the form retreated, and she lost sight of it, a strange feeling crept over her, and she stretched out her hand to ascertain if her sister was beside her. She was, and asleep; but this movement awoke her, and she found the other now in considerable agitation. She, of course, tried to persuade her that it was a dream, or night-mare, as did the family the next day; but she was quite clear in her mind at the time, as she then assured me, that it was neither one nor the other; though now, at the distance of a year from the occurrence, she is very desirous of putting that construction upon it. As somebody will be ready to suggest that this was a freak played by one of the family, I can only answer that that is an explanation that no one who is acquainted with all the circumstances, could admit; added to which, the figure did not disappear in the direction of the door, but in quite an opposite one.

Regarding these cloudy figures, I've encountered four recent cases—two involving women and two men; one a minister and the other a businessman. I realize these instances could easily be mistaken for hallucinations, but I don't view them that way. They happened to people in good health who had never experienced anything like this before or since and couldn’t find any reasons in their own lives to explain what occurred. I feel it's worth mentioning. In the cases of the gentlemen and one of the ladies, they were suddenly awakened by an unknown source and saw a cloudy figure hovering over them, which then slowly retreated to the other side of the room and vanished. In the fourth case, which involved a close friend of mine, she wasn’t asleep. She was the last one up in the house and had just gotten into bed, where her sister had already been asleep for a while. She was wide awake when she heard the sound of glass clinking. When she looked up, she saw a figure standing on the hearth directly across from her side of the bed. Since there was a glass and water there, she assumed her sister had quietly gotten up and was drinking. While casually observing the figure, it moved toward the bed and placed a heavy hand on her, pressing down on her arm painfully. “Oh, Maria, don’t!” she shouted, but as the figure backed away and she lost sight of it, a strange sensation washed over her. She reached out to check if her sister was next to her. She was, sound asleep, but the movement startled her awake, and she noticed her sister was quite agitated. Naturally, she tried to convince her it was just a dream or a nightmare, as did the family the next day; however, at the time, she firmly told me she didn’t think it was either. Now, a year later, she really wants to believe it was just a dream. If someone suggests this was just a prank by a family member, I can only say that anyone familiar with all the details would reject that explanation. Furthermore, the figure didn’t vanish through the door but in the opposite direction.

A very singular thing happened to the accomplished authoress of “Letters from the Baltic,” on which my readers may put what interpretation they please, but I give it here as a pendant to the last story. The night before she left Petersburgh she passed in the house of a friend. The room appropriated to her use was a large dining-room, in which a temporary bed was placed, and a folding screen was so arranged as to give an air of comfort to the nook where the bed stood. She went to bed, and to sleep, and no one who knows her can suspect her of seeing spectral illusions, or being incapable of distinguishing her own condition when she saw anything whatever. As she was to commence her journey on the following day, she had given orders to be called at an early hour, and, accordingly, she found herself awakened toward morning by an old woman in a complete Russian costume, who looked at her, nodding and smiling, and intimating, as she supposed, that it was time to rise. Feeling, however, very sleepy, and very unwilling to do so, she took her watch from behind her pillow, and, looking at it, perceived that it was only four o’clock. As, from the costume of the old woman, she knew her to be a Russian, and therefore not likely to understand any language she could speak, she shook her head, and pointed to the watch, giving her to understand that it was too early. The woman looked at her, and nodded, and then retreated, while the traveller lay down again and soon fell asleep. By-and-by, she was awakened by a knock at the door and the voice of the maid whom she had desired to call her. She bade her come in, but, the door being locked on the inside, she had to get out of bed to admit her. It now occurred to her to wonder how the old woman had entered, but, taking it for granted that there was some other mode of ingress she did not trouble herself about it, but dressed, and descended to breakfast. Of course, the inquiry usually addressed to a stranger was made—they hoped she had slept well! “Perfectly,” she said, “only that one of their good people had been somewhat over anxious to get her up in the morning;” and she then mentioned the old woman’s visit, but to her surprise, they declared they had no such person in the family. “It must have been some old nurse, or laundress, or something of that sort,” she suggested. “Impossible!” they answered; “you must have dreamed the whole thing; we have no old woman in the house; nobody wearing that costume; and nobody could have got in, since the door must have been fastened long after that!” And these assertions the servants fully confirmed; added to which, I should observe, that the house, like foreign houses in general, consisted of a flat, or floor, shut in by a door, which separated it entirely from the rest of the building, and, being high up from the street, nobody could even have gained access by a window. The lady now beginning to get somewhat puzzled, inquired if there were any second entrance into the room; but, to her surprise, she heard there was not; and she then mentioned that she had locked the door on going to bed, and had found it locked in the morning. The thing has ever remained utterly inexplicable, and the family, who were much more amazed by it than she was, would willingly believe it to have been a dream; but, whatever the interpretation of it may be, she feels quite certain that that is not the true one.

A very unusual thing happened to the talented author of "Letters from the Baltic," which my readers can interpret however they like, but I'm sharing it here as a complement to the last story. The night before she left Petersburg, she stayed at a friend's house. The room allocated to her was a large dining room, where a temporary bed was set up, and a folding screen was arranged to make the nook where the bed stood feel more comfortable. She went to bed and fell asleep, and anyone who knows her wouldn't suspect her of seeing ghosts or being unable to tell her own state when she saw anything. Since she was supposed to start her journey the next day, she had asked to be woken early, and as a result, she was awakened in the early morning by an old woman in traditional Russian dress, who was looking at her, nodding and smiling, suggesting, as she assumed, that it was time to get up. However, feeling very sleepy and reluctant to rise, she took her watch from behind her pillow and saw it was only four o'clock. Knowing the woman was Russian from her attire and therefore unlikely to understand any language she spoke, she shook her head and pointed to the watch to indicate that it was too early. The woman looked at her, nodded, and then left, while the traveler lay back down and quickly fell asleep again. After a while, she was awakened by a knock on the door and the voice of the maid she had instructed to wake her. She told her to come in, but the door was locked from the inside, so she had to get out of bed to let her in. It then occurred to her to wonder how the old woman had gotten in, but assuming there must be another way in, she didn’t dwell on it and got dressed to head down for breakfast. Of course, the usual question posed to a guest came up—they hoped she had slept well! “Perfectly,” she replied, “except that one of your kind people was a bit too eager to get me up this morning,” and she mentioned the old woman's visit, but to her surprise, they said there was no such person in the family. “It must have been some old nurse or laundress or something like that,” she suggested. “Impossible!” they responded; “you must have dreamed the whole thing; we have no old woman in the house; no one in that outfit; and nobody could have gotten in, since the door must have been locked long before then!” The servants fully backed up these assertions; additionally, I should note that the house, like most foreign homes, consisted of a flat or floor that was completely enclosed by a door, isolating it from the rest of the building, and being located high above the street, nobody could have accessed it through a window. The lady, beginning to feel somewhat confused, asked if there was a second entrance to the room; to her surprise, she found out there wasn’t. She then mentioned that she had locked the door when she went to bed and found it locked in the morning. The event has always remained completely inexplicable, and the family, who were far more bewildered by it than she was, would happily believe it was just a dream; but, whatever the interpretation might be, she is quite sure that isn't the true one.

I make no comments on the above case, though a very inexplicable one; and I scarcely know whether to mention any of those well-established tales, which appear to be certainly as satisfactorily attested as any circumstance which is usually taken simply on report. I allude particularly to the stories of General Wynyard; Lord Tyrone and Lady Beresford; the case which took place at Havant, in Hampshire, and which is related in a letter from Mr. Caswell the mathematician to Dr. Bentley; that which occurred in Cornwall, as narrated by the Rev. Mr. Ruddle, one of the prebendaries of Exeter, whose assistance and advice were asked, and who himself had two interviews with the spirit; and many others, which are already published in different works; especially in a little book entitled “Accredited Ghost-Stories.” I may, however, mention that, with respect to those of Lady Beresford and General Wynyard, the families of the parties have always maintained their entire belief in the circumstances; as do the family of Lady Betty Cobb, who took the riband from Lady Beresford’s arm, after she was dead—she having always worn it since her interview with the apparition, in order to conceal the mark he had left by touching her.

I won't comment on the above case, even though it's quite puzzling; I can hardly tell if I should bring up any of those well-known stories, which seem to be as reliably confirmed as any situation usually taken just on hearsay. I'm specifically referring to the tales of General Wynyard, Lord Tyrone and Lady Beresford, the incident that happened in Havant, Hampshire, as mentioned in a letter from Mr. Caswell the mathematician to Dr. Bentley; the one that occurred in Cornwall, as told by the Rev. Mr. Ruddle, one of the prebendaries of Exeter, whose help and advice were sought, and who himself had two encounters with the spirit; and many others that have already been published in various works, especially in a small book titled “Accredited Ghost-Stories.” However, I can mention that regarding the stories of Lady Beresford and General Wynyard, the families involved have always fully believed in the events; as do the family of Lady Betty Cobb, who took the ribbon from Lady Beresford’s arm after she had died—Lady Beresford had always worn it since her meeting with the apparition to hide the mark he left from touching her.

There have been many attempts to explain away the story of Lord Littleton’s warning, although the evidence for it certainly satisfied the family, as we learn from Dr. Johnson, who said, in regard to it, that it was the most extraordinary thing that had happened in his day, and that he heard it from the lips of Lord Westcote, the uncle of Lord Littleton.

There have been many efforts to dismiss the story of Lord Littleton’s warning, but the evidence for it definitely convinced the family, as we find out from Dr. Johnson, who stated that it was the most remarkable thing that had occurred in his time, and that he heard it directly from Lord Westcote, the uncle of Lord Littleton.

There is a sequel, however, to this story, which is extremely well authenticated, though much less generally known. It appears that Mr. Miles Peter Andrews, the intimate friend of Lord Littleton, was at his house, at Dartford, when Lord L. died at Pitt-place, Epsom, thirty miles off. Mr. Andrews’ house was full of company, and he expected Lord Littleton, whom he had left in his usual state of health, to join him the next day, which was Sunday.

There is a sequel to this story that is well documented but not widely known. It turns out that Mr. Miles Peter Andrews, a close friend of Lord Littleton, was at his home in Dartford when Lord L. passed away at Pitt-place in Epsom, thirty miles away. Mr. Andrews' house was crowded with guests, and he anticipated Lord Littleton, whom he had seen in his usual good health, to join him the following day, which was Sunday.

Mr. Andrews himself feeling rather indisposed on the Saturday evening, retired early to bed, and requested Mrs. Pigou, one of his guests, to do the honors of his supper-table. He admitted (for he is himself the authority for the story) that he fell into a feverish sleep on going to bed, but was awakened between eleven and twelve by somebody opening his curtains, which proved to be Lord Littleton, in a night-gown and cap, which Mr. Andrews recognised. Lord Littleton spoke, saying that he was come to tell him all was over. It appears that Lord Littleton was fond of practical joking, and as Mr. Andrews entertained no doubt whatever of his visiter being Lord Littleton himself, in the body, he supposed that this was one of his tricks; and, stretching his arm out of bed, he took hold of his slippers, the nearest thing he could get at, and threw them at him, whereupon the figure retreated to a dressing-room, which had no ingress or egress except through the bed-chamber. Upon this, Mr. Andrews jumped out of bed to follow him, intending to chastise him further, but he could find nobody in either of the rooms, although the door was locked on the inside; so he rang his bell, and inquired who had seen Lord Littleton. Nobody had seen him; but, though how he had got in or out of the room remained an enigma, Mr. Andrews asserted that he was certainly there; and, angry at the supposed trick, he ordered that they should give him no bed, but let him go and sleep at the inn. Lord Littleton, however, appeared no more, and Mr. Andrews went to sleep, not entertaining the slightest suspicion that he had seen an apparition.

Mr. Andrews, feeling quite unwell on Saturday evening, went to bed early and asked Mrs. Pigou, one of his guests, to take care of his supper table. He confessed (and he's the one who told the story) that he fell into a restless sleep right after going to bed, but was awakened between eleven and midnight by someone opening his curtains. It turned out to be Lord Littleton, wearing a nightgown and cap that Mr. Andrews recognized. Lord Littleton said he had come to inform him that it’s all over. It seems Lord Littleton enjoyed practical jokes, and since Mr. Andrews had no doubt that the visitor was indeed Lord Littleton, he figured it was one of his tricks. Stretching his arm out of bed, he grabbed his slippers, the closest thing he could reach, and threw them at him. The figure then retreated to a dressing room, which could only be accessed through the bedroom. This prompted Mr. Andrews to jump out of bed to follow him, intending to give him a piece of his mind, but he found no one in either room, even though the door was locked from the inside. He rang for assistance and asked if anyone had seen Lord Littleton. No one had, and even though how he got in or out of the room was a mystery, Mr. Andrews insisted that he had definitely been there. Upset over what he thought was a prank, he ordered that Lord Littleton should have no bed and should go sleep at the inn. However, Lord Littleton did not appear again, and Mr. Andrews went back to sleep, having no inkling that he had encountered a ghost.

It happened that, on the following morning, Mrs. Pigou had occasion to go at an early hour to London, and great was her astonishment to learn that Lord Littleton had died on the preceding night. She immediately despatched an express to Dartford with the news, upon the receipt of which, Mr. Andrews, then quite well, and remembering perfectly all that had happened, swooned away. He could not understand it, but it had a most serious effect upon him, and, to use his own expression, he was not his own man again for three years.

It turned out that, the next morning, Mrs. Pigou needed to head to London early, and she was shocked to hear that Lord Littleton had passed away the night before. She quickly sent an urgent message to Dartford with the news, and when Mr. Andrews received it, who was then in good health and remembered everything that had happened, he fainted. He couldn't grasp what had happened, but it had a very serious impact on him, and, as he put it, he wasn't himself again for three years.

There are various authorities for this story, the correctness of which is vouched for by some members of Mrs. Pigou’s family, with whom I am acquainted, who have frequently heard the circumstances detailed by herself, and who assure me it was always believed by the family. I really, therefore, do not see what grounds we have for doubting either of these facts. Lord Westcote, on whose word Dr. Johnson founded his belief of Lord Littleton’s warning, was a man of strong sense; and that the story was not looked upon lightly by the family, is proved by the fact that the dowager Lady Littleton had a picture—which was seen by Sir Nathaniel Wraxhall in her house in Portugal street, as mentioned in his memoirs—wherein the event was commemorated. His lordship is in bed; the dove appears at the window; and a female figure stands at the foot of the couch, announcing to the unhappy profligate his approaching dissolution. That he mentioned the warning to his valet, and some other persons, and that he talked of jockeying the ghost by surviving the time named, is certain; as also that he died with his watch in his hand, precisely at the appointed period! Mr. Andrews says that he was subject to fits of strangulation, from a swelling in the throat, which might have killed him at any moment; but his decease having proceeded from a natural and obvious cause, does not interfere one way or the other with the validity of the prediction, which simply foretold his death at a particular period, not that there was to be anything preternatural in the manner of it.

There are various sources for this story, which some members of Mrs. Pigou’s family, who I know, have confirmed. They have often heard her describe the details and assure me it was always believed by the family. Therefore, I really don't see what basis we have for doubting either of these facts. Lord Westcote, on whose word Dr. Johnson based his belief in Lord Littleton’s warning, was a sensible man; and the fact that the family didn’t take the story lightly is shown by the dowager Lady Littleton having a painting—seen by Sir Nathaniel Wraxhall at her house on Portugal Street, as mentioned in his memoirs—that commemorated the event. In it, his lordship is in bed, the dove appears at the window, and a female figure stands at the foot of the couch, announcing to the unfortunate man his impending death. It’s certain that he mentioned the warning to his valet and a few others, and that he talked about outliving the time mentioned by the ghost. He even died with his watch in his hand, exactly at the time predicted! Mr. Andrews notes that he suffered from swelling in the throat that caused him fits of strangulation, which could have killed him at any moment; however, the fact that he died from a natural and obvious cause doesn't affect the validity of the prediction, which simply foretold his death at a specific time, not that anything supernatural would be involved in how it happened.

As I find so many people willing to believe in wraiths, who can not believe in ghosts—that is, they are overpowered by the numerous examples, and the weight of evidence for the first—it would be desirable if we could ascertain whether these wraiths are seen before the death occurs or after it; but, though the day is recorded, and seems always to be the one on which the death took place, and the hour about the same, minutes are not sufficiently observed to enable us to answer that question. It would be an interesting one, because the argument advanced by those who believe that the dead never are seen, is, that it is the strong will and desire of the expiring person which enables him so to act on the nervous system of his distant friend, that the imagination of the latter projects the form, and sees it as if objectively. By imagination I do not simply mean to convey the common notion implied by that much-abused word, which is only fancy, but the constructive imagination, which is a much higher function, and which, inasmuch as man is made in the likeness of God, bears a distant relation to that sublime power by which the Creator projects, creates, and upholds, his universe; while the far-working of the departing spirit seems to consist in the strong will to do, reinforced by the strong faith that it can be done. We have rarely the strong will, and still more rarely the strong faith, without which the will remains ineffective. In the following case, which is perfectly authentic, the apparition of Major R⁠—— was seen several hours after his death had occurred.

As I see so many people willing to believe in wraiths, yet unable to believe in ghosts—that is, they are overwhelmed by the many examples and the weight of evidence for the former—it would be helpful to find out whether these wraiths are seen before or after death occurs. Although the date is noted and seems always to be the day of the death, and the hour is usually around the same time, minutes aren't tracked closely enough for us to answer that question. It would be an interesting one, because those who argue that the dead are never seen claim that it is the strong will and desire of the dying person that allows them to act on the nervous system of a distant friend, making that friend's imagination project the form and perceive it as if it were real. By creativity, I don't just mean the common idea associated with that overused term, which is merely fancy, but rather the positive imagination, which is a much higher function. Since man is created in the likeness of God, this bears a distant relation to the sublime power through which the Creator projects, creates, and sustains his universe; while the distant influence of the departing spirit seems to rely on a strong will to act, backed by a firm belief that it can be done. We rarely have that strong will, and even less often the strong faith necessary, without which the will remains ineffective. In the following case, which is completely authentic, the apparition of Major R⁠—— was seen several hours after his death had occurred.

In the year 1785, some cadets were ordered to proceed from Madras to join their regiments up the country. A considerable part of the journey was to be made in a barge, and they were under the conduct of a senior officer, Major R⁠——. In order to relieve the monotony of the voyage, this gentleman proposed, one day, that they should make a shooting excursion inland, and walk round to meet the boat at a point agreed on, which, owing to the windings of the river, it would not reach till evening. They accordingly took their guns, and as they had to cross a swamp, Major R⁠——, who was well acquainted with the country, put on a heavy pair of top-boots, which, together with an odd limp he had in his gait, rendered him distinguishable from the rest of the party at a considerable distance. When they reached the jungle, they found there was a wide ditch to leap, which all succeeded in doing except the major, who being less young active, jumped short of the requisite distance; and although he scrambled up unhurt, he found his gun so crammed full of wet sand that it would be useless till thoroughly cleansed. He therefore bade them walk on, saying he would follow; and taking off his hat, he sat down in the shade, where they left him. When they had been beating about for game some time, they began to wonder why the major did not come on, and they shouted to let him know whereabouts they were; but there was no answer, and hour after hour passed without his appearance, till at length they began to feel somewhat uneasy.

In 1785, some cadets were ordered to travel from Madras to join their regiments in the countryside. A significant part of the journey was to be made on a barge, and they were under the guidance of a senior officer, Major R⁠——. To break the monotony of the trip, this officer suggested one day that they should go on a shooting expedition inland and then walk to meet the boat at a prearranged spot, which, because of the river's twists and turns, it wouldn’t reach until evening. They took their guns, and since they had to cross a swamp, Major R⁠——, who knew the area well, put on a heavy pair of top-boots, which, along with a slight limp he had, made him stand out from the rest of the group from a distance. When they reached the jungle, they found a wide ditch to jump over, which everyone managed to do except for the major, who, being less young and agile, fell short of the jump. Although he climbed up unhurt, he discovered that his gun was packed full of wet sand, making it useless until it was properly cleaned. He told them to go on ahead and said he would catch up; then he took off his hat and sat down in the shade, where they left him. After they had been searching for game for a while, they started to wonder why the major hadn’t caught up, so they shouted to let him know where they were; but there was no response, and as hours passed without him showing up, they began to feel a bit uneasy.

Thus the day wore away, and they found themselves approaching the rendezvous. The boat was in sight, and they were walking down to it, wondering how their friend could have missed them, when suddenly, to their great joy, they saw him before them, making toward the barge. He was without his hat or gun, limping hastily along in his top-boots, and did not appear to observe them. They shouted after him, but as he did not look round, they began to run, in order to overtake him; and, indeed, fast as he went, they did gain considerably upon him. Still he reached the boat first, crossing the plank which the boatmen had placed ready for the gentlemen they saw approaching. He ran down the companion-stairs, and they after him; but inexpressible was their surprise when they could not find him below! They ascended again, and inquired of the boatmen what had become of him; but they declared he had not come on board, and that nobody had crossed the plank till the young men themselves had done so.

So the day went on, and they found themselves getting closer to the meeting point. The boat came into view, and as they walked toward it, they wondered how their friend could have missed them. Suddenly, to their great delight, they spotted him ahead, making his way to the barge. He was without his hat or gun, hurriedly limping along in his top-boots, and didn’t seem to notice them. They called out to him, but since he didn’t turn around, they started to run to catch up with him. Despite his speed, they were making good progress. Still, he reached the boat first, crossing the plank that the boatmen had set out for the gentlemen they saw approaching. He ran down the companion stairs, with them right behind him; but they were utterly shocked when they couldn’t find him below! They went back up and asked the boatmen what had happened to him, but they insisted he hadn’t come on board and that no one had crossed the plank until the young men themselves had done so.

Confounded and amazed at what appeared so inexplicable, and doubly anxious about their friend, they immediately resolved to retrace their steps in search of him; and, accompanied by some Indians who knew the jungle, they made their way back to the spot where they had left him. Thence some footmarks enabled them to trace him, till, at a very short distance from the ditch, they found his hat and his gun. Just then the Indians called out to them to beware, for that there was a sunken well thereabouts, into which they might fall. An apprehension naturally seized them that this might have been the fate of their friend; and on examining the edge, they saw a mark as of a heel slipping up. Upon this, one of the Indians consented to go down, having a rope with which they had provided themselves tied round his waist; for, aware of the existence of the wells, the natives suspected what had actually occurred, namely, that the unfortunate gentleman had slipped into one of these traps, which, being overgrown with brambles, were not discernible by the eye. With the assistance of the Indian, the body was brought up and carried back to the boat, amid the deep regrets of the party, with whom he had been a great favorite. They proceeded with it to the next station, where an inquiry was instituted as to the manner of his death, but of course there was nothing more to be elicited.

Confused and shocked by what seemed so impossible, and even more worried about their friend, they quickly decided to retrace their steps to find him; accompanied by some locals who knew the jungle, they headed back to where they had left him. From there, some footprints helped them track him, until, just a short distance from the ditch, they found his hat and gun. At that moment, the locals shouted a warning to be careful, as there was a sunken well nearby where someone could fall in. A natural fear hit them that this could have been their friend's fate; when they examined the edge, they noticed a mark that looked like a slipping heel. At this point, one of the locals agreed to go down, using a rope they had with them tied around his waist; knowing about the wells, the locals suspected what had actually happened: that the unfortunate man had fallen into one of these traps, which were covered in brambles and hard to see. With the help of the local, they retrieved the body and carried it back to the boat, filled with deep sorrow from the group, who had all been fond of him. They took the body to the next station, where an investigation was launched into the circumstances of his death, but, of course, nothing more could be uncovered.

I give this story as related by one of the parties present, and there is no doubt of its perfect authenticity. He says he can in no way account for the mystery—he can only relate the fact; and not one, but the whole five cadets, saw him as distinctly as they saw each other. It was evident, from the spot where the body was found, which was not many hundred yards from the well, that the accident must have occurred very shortly after they left him. When the young men reached the boat, Major R⁠—— must have been, for some seven or eight hours, a denizen of the other world, yet he kept the rendezvous!

I present this story as told by one of the people who were there, and there’s no doubt about its complete authenticity. He says he can’t explain the mystery—he can only share the fact; and not just one, but all five cadets, saw him as clearly as they saw each other. It was clear, based on the spot where the body was found, which was only a few hundred yards from the well, that the accident must have happened very shortly after they left him. When the young men reached the boat, Major R⁠—— must have been, for about seven or eight hours, a resident of the other world, yet he showed up as planned!

There was a similar occurrence in Devonshire, some years back, which happened to the well-known Dr. Hawker, who, one night in the street, observed an old woman pass him, to whom he was in the habit of giving a weekly charity. Immediately after she had passed, he felt somebody pull his coat, and on looking round saw it was her, whereupon he put his hand in his pocket to seek for a sixpence, but on turning to give it to her she was gone. He thought nothing about it; but when he got home, he inquired if she had had her money that week,—when, to his amazement, he heard she was dead, but his family had forgotten to mention the circumstance. I have met with two curious cases, occurring in Edinburgh, of late years; in one, a young man and his sister were in their kitchen, warming themselves over the fire before they retired to bed, when, on raising their eyes, they both saw a female figure, dressed in white, standing in the door-way and looking at them; she was leaning against one of the door-posts. Miss E⁠——, the young lady, screamed; whereupon the figure advanced, crossed the kitchen toward a closet, and disappeared. There was no egress at the closet: and as they lived in a flat, and the door was closed for the night, a stranger could neither have entered the house nor got out of it. In the other instance, there were two houses on one flat, the doors opposite each other. In one of the houses there resided a person with her two daughters, grown-up women: in the other lived a shoemaker and his wife. The latter died, and it was said her husband had ill-treated her and worried her out of the world. He was a drunken, dissipated man, and used to be out till a late hour most nights, while this poor woman sat up for him, and when she heard a voice on the stairs, or a bell, she used often to come out and look over to see if it were her husband returned. One night, when she had been dead some weeks, the two young women were ascending the stairs to their own door, when, to their amazement, they both saw her standing at the top, looking over as she used to do in her lifetime. At the same moment their mother opened the door and saw the figure also; the girls rushed past, overcome with terror, and one if not both fainted as soon as they got into the door. The youngest fell on her face in the passage.

There was a similar event in Devonshire a few years ago involving the well-known Dr. Hawker. One night, as he was walking down the street, he saw an old woman he regularly gave charity to. After she passed by, he felt someone tug at his coat. When he turned around, he saw it was her. He reached into his pocket for a sixpence, but when he turned to give it to her, she had vanished. He didn’t think much of it at the time, but when he got home, he asked if she had received her money that week, only to be shocked to learn that she had died, though his family had forgotten to inform him. I have encountered two strange cases in Edinburgh in recent years. In one instance, a young man and his sister were in their kitchen, warming themselves by the fire before heading to bed. When they looked up, they both saw a woman in white standing in the doorway, looking at them while leaning against one of the doorposts. Miss E⁠—— screamed, and the figure moved closer, crossed the kitchen toward a closet, and then disappeared. There was no exit from the closet, and since they lived in a flat with the door closed for the night, it was impossible for a stranger to have entered or exited the house. In another case, there were two flats with doors facing each other. On one side lived a woman and her two adult daughters. On the other side was a shoemaker and his wife. The wife passed away, and it was rumored that her husband had mistreated her and caused her death. He was a drunken man who often stayed out late while the poor woman waited up for him. Whenever she heard noise on the stairs or the doorbell ring, she would go out to see if her husband had returned. One night, weeks after her death, the two young women were heading up the stairs to their door when they were stunned to see their mother standing at the top, looking over as she had done when she was alive. At the same moment, their mother opened the door and saw the figure too. The girls rushed past, terrified, and one, if not both, fainted as soon as they got inside. The youngest collapsed face down in the hallway.

Another case, which occurred in this town, I mention—although I know it is liable to be called a spectral illusion—because it bears a remarkable similarity to one which took place in America. A respectable woman lost her father, for whom she had a great affection; she was of a serious turn, and much attached to the tenets of her church, in which particulars she thought her father had been deficient. She was therefore very unhappy about him, fearing that he had not died in a proper state of mind. A considerable time had elapsed since his death, but her distrust of his condition was still causing her uneasiness; when one day, while she was sitting at her work, she felt something touch her shoulder, and on looking round she perceived her father, who bade her cease to grieve about him, as he was not unhappy. From that moment she became perfectly resigned and cheerful. The American case—I have omitted to write down the name of the place, and forget it—was that of a mother and son. She was also a highly respectable person, and was described to me as perfectly trustworthy by one who knew her. She was a widow, and had one son, to whom she was extremely attached. He however disappeared one day, and she never could learn what had become of him; she always said that if she did but know his fate she should be happier. At length, when he had been dead a considerable time, her attention was one day, while reading, attracted by a slight noise, which induced her to look round, and she saw her son, dripping with water, and with a sad expression of countenance. The features, however, presently relaxed, and they assumed a more pleasing aspect before he disappeared. From that time she ceased to grieve, and it was subsequently ascertained that the young man had run away to sea; but no more was known of him. Certain it was, however, that she attributed her recovered tranquillity to having seen her son as above narrated.

Another case that happened in this town is worth mentioning—although I know some might dismiss it as a trick of the mind—because it closely resembles one that occurred in America. A respected woman lost her father, to whom she was very attached; she was serious and deeply committed to her church, which she believed her father had not fully embraced. As a result, she felt very unhappy about him, worrying that he hadn't passed away in a good state of mind. A significant amount of time had passed since his death, but her concerns about his state continued to bother her; one day, while she was working, she felt something touch her shoulder, and when she looked around, she saw her father, who told her to stop grieving for him, as he was not unhappy. From that moment on, she became completely at peace and cheerful. The American case—I can’t remember the name of the place—was about a mother and son. She was also a highly respected person, and someone who knew her said she was completely trustworthy. She was a widow and was incredibly close to her son. One day, however, he disappeared, and she could never find out what had happened to him; she always said that if she just knew his fate, she'd be happier. Eventually, after he had been gone for a long time, while she was reading, a slight noise caught her attention and made her look around, and she saw her son, wet and looking sad. However, his expression soon softened into a more pleasant one before he vanished. From that moment on, she stopped grieving, and it was later discovered that the young man had run away to sea; but no more was known about him. It was clear, however, that she attributed her regained peace of mind to having seen her son as described above.

A lady with whom I am acquainted was one day, when a girl, standing at the top of the stairs, with two others, discussing their games, when they each suddenly exclaimed: “Who’s that?” There was a fourth among them—a girl in a checked pinafore; but she was gone again. They had all seen her. One day a younger brother, in the same house, was playing with a whip, when he suddenly laughed at something, and cried “Take that;” and described having seen the same girl. This led to some inquiry, and it was said that such a girl as they described had lived in that house, and had died from the bite of a mad dog; or, rather, had been smothered between two feather-beds: but whether that was actually done, or was only a report, I can not say. Supposing this to have been no illusion, and I really can not see how it could be one, the memory of past sports and pleasures seems to have so survived as to have attracted the young soul, prematurely cut off, to the spot where the same sports and pleasures were being enjoyed by the living.

A lady I know shared that when she was a girl, she was standing at the top of the stairs with two other girls discussing their games when they all suddenly shouted, "Who's that?" There was a fourth girl among them—a girl in a checked pinafore—but she disappeared quickly. They all saw her. One day, a younger brother in the same house was playing with a whip when he suddenly laughed and shouted, "Take that!" and described seeing the same girl. This sparked some curiosity, and it was said that a girl matching their description had lived in that house and died from a rabid dog's bite, or rather, had been smothered between two feather beds; but whether that really happened or was just a rumor, I can't say. Assuming this wasn't just a trick of the mind, and I really can't see how it could be, it seems like the memories of past games and joys have lingered enough to draw the young soul, taken too soon, back to the place where those same games and joys are still being enjoyed by the living.

A maid-servant in one of the midland counties of England, being up early one morning, heard her name called in a voice that seemed to be her brother’s, a sailor then at sea; and running up, she found him standing in the hall; he said he was come from afar, and was going again, and mentioned some other things; when her mistress, hearing voices, called to know who she was talking to: she said it was her brother from sea. After speaking to her for some time, she suddenly lost sight of him, and found herself alone. Amazed and puzzled, she told her mistress what had happened, who being led thus to suspect the kind of visiter it was, looked out of the window to ascertain if there were any marks of footsteps, the ground being covered with snow. There were, however, none,—and it was therefore clear that nobody could have entered the house. Intelligence afterward arrived of the young man’s death.

A maid in one of the midland counties of England, up early one morning, heard her name called in a voice that sounded like her brother’s, who was a sailor at sea. She rushed upstairs and found him standing in the hall. He said he had come from far away and was leaving again, mentioning a few other things. When her mistress heard voices, she called out to ask who the maid was talking to. She replied that it was her brother from the sea. After talking for a while, she suddenly lost sight of him and found herself alone. Confused and puzzled, she told her mistress what had happened. This led her mistress to suspect what kind of visitor it was, so she looked out of the window to see if there were any footprints in the snow-covered ground. However, there were none, so it was clear that no one could have entered the house. Later, they received news of the young man’s death.

This last is a case of wraith, but a more complicated one, from the circumstance of speech being superadded. But this is not by any means an isolated particular; there are many such. The author of the book called “Accredited Ghost Stories”—whose name I at this moment forget, and I have not the book at hand—gives, on his own authority, the following circumstance, professing to be acquainted with the parties. A company were visiting York cathedral, when a gentleman and lady, who had detached themselves from the rest, observed an officer wearing a naval uniform approaching them; he walked quickly, saying to the lady, as he passed, “There is another world.” The gentleman, seeing her greatly agitated, pursued the stranger, but lost sight of him, and nobody had seen such a person but themselves. On returning to his companion, she told him that it was her brother, who was then abroad with his ship, and with whom she had frequently held discussions as to whether there was or was not a future life. The news of the young man’s death shortly reached the family. In this case the brother must have been dead; the spirit must have passed out of this world into that other, the existence of which he came to certify. This is one of those cases which—happening not long ago—leads one especially to regret the want of moral courage which prevents people giving up their names and avowing their experience. The author of the abovementioned book, from which I borrow this story, says that the sheet had gone to the press with the real names of the parties attached, but that he was requested to withdraw them, as it would be painful to the family. My view of this case is so different, that, had it occurred to myself, I should have felt it my imperative duty to make it known and give every satisfaction to inquirers.

This is a case of a ghost, but a more complicated one because it involves speech. However, this isn’t an isolated incident; there are many like it. The author of a book called “Accredited Ghost Stories”—whose name I can’t recall right now, and I don’t have the book with me—shares the following story, claiming to know the people involved. A group was visiting York Cathedral when a gentleman and a lady, who had separated from the group, saw an officer in a naval uniform approaching them. He walked quickly and said to the lady as he passed, “There is another world.” The gentleman, noticing the lady was very upset, chased after the stranger but lost sight of him, and nobody else had seen that person except for them. When he returned to his companion, she told him it was her brother, who was serving abroad with his ship, and they had often debated whether or not there is an afterlife. Soon after, the family received news of the young man's death. In this case, the brother must have passed away; the spirit must have moved from this world to the next, the existence of which he came to confirm. This is one of those cases that—happening not long ago—makes one particularly regret the lack of moral courage that stops people from revealing their names and sharing their experiences. The author of the aforementioned book, from which I took this story, mentioned that the manuscript had gone to press with the real names of the people involved, but he was asked to remove them because it would upset the family. My perspective on this case is quite different; had it happened to me, I would have felt it was my duty to share it and provide all the information needed for inquiries.

Some years ago, during the war, when Sir Robert H. E⁠—— was in the Netherlands, he happened to be quartered with two other officers, one of whom was despatched into Holland on an expedition. One night, during his absence, Sir R. H. E⁠—— awoke, and, to his great surprise, saw this absent friend sitting on the bed which he used to occupy, with a wound in his breast. Sir Robert immediately awoke his companion, who saw the spectre also. The latter then addressed them, saying that he had been that day killed in a skirmish, and that he had died in great anxiety about his family, wherefore he had come to communicate that there was a deed of much consequence to them deposited in the hands of a certain lawyer in London, whose name and address he mentioned, adding that this man’s honesty was not to be altogether relied on. He therefore requested that, on their return to England, they would go to his house and demand the deed, but that, if he denied the possession of it, they were to seek it in a certain drawer in his office, which he described to them. The circumstance impressed them very much at the time, but a long time had elapsed ere they reached England, during which period they had gone through so many adventures and seen so many friends fall around them, that this impression was considerably weakened, insomuch that each went to his own home and his own pursuits without thinking of fulfilling the commission they had undertaken. Some time afterward, however, it happened that they both met in London, and they then resolved to seek the street that had been named to them, and ascertain if such a man lived there. They found him, requested an interview, and demanded the deed, the possession of which he denied; but their eyes were upon the drawer that had been described to them, where they asserted it to be, and being there discovered, it was delivered into their hands. Here, also, the soul had parted from the body, while the memory of the past and an anxiety for the worldly prosperity, of those left behind, survived; and we thus see that the condition of mind in which this person had died, remained unchanged. He was not indifferent to the worldly prosperity of his relatives, and he found his own state rendered unhappy by the fear that they might suffer from the dishonesty of his agent. It may here be naturally objected that hundreds of much-loved widows and orphans have been ruined by dishonest trustees and agents, where no ghost came back to instruct them in the means of obviating the misfortune. This is, no doubt, a very legitimate objection, and one which it is very difficult to answer. I must, however, repeat what I said before, nature is full of exceptional cases, while we know very little of the laws which regulate these exceptions; but we may see a very good reason for the fact that such communications are the exception, and not the rule; for if they were the latter, the whole economy of this earthly life would be overturned, and its affairs must necessarily be conducted in a totally different manner to that which prevails at present. What the effects of such an arrangement of nature would be, had it pleased God to make it, he alone knows; but certain it is, that man’s freedom, as a moral agent, would be in a great degree abrogated, were the barriers that impede our intercourse with the spiritual world removed.

Some years ago, during the war, when Sir Robert H. E—— was in the Netherlands, he ended up sharing quarters with two other officers. One of them was sent into Holland on a mission. One night, while he was away, Sir R. H. E—— woke up to find this absent friend sitting on the bed he usually occupied, with a wound in his chest. Sir Robert quickly woke his companion, who also saw the apparition. The person then spoke to them, saying he had been killed in a skirmish that day and had died worried about his family. He wanted to inform them that there was an important document for them held by a specific lawyer in London, whose name and address he provided, mentioning that this lawyer’s honesty couldn't be fully trusted. He asked them to go to his house when they returned to England to demand the document, and if the lawyer denied having it, they should look for it in a particular drawer in his office, which he described. This incident left a strong impression on them at the time, but as they faced many adventures and saw friends fall around them before reaching England, that impression faded significantly, and each returned to his own life without thinking about the task they had taken on. However, some time later, they met again in London and decided to find the street the lawyer lived on and check if he was there. They located him, asked for a meeting, and requested the document, which he denied having. However, they had their eyes on the drawer he had described, where they insisted it was, and when they checked there, they found it and received it. Here, too, the soul had separated from the body while the memories of the past and concerns for the well-being of those left behind persisted, showing that the state of mind in which this person died remained unchanged. He wasn’t unattached to the financial well-being of his relatives and felt unhappy about the possibility of them suffering because of his dishonest agent. It could be argued that many beloved widows and orphans have been harmed by untrustworthy trustees and agents without any ghost returning to guide them in preventing misfortune. This is a valid concern and a challenging one to address. I must reiterate what I said earlier: nature is full of exceptional cases, and we understand very little about the laws governing these exceptions. We can see a solid reason why such communications are exceptions rather than the norm; if they were the latter, the entire framework of earthly life would be disrupted, and everything would need to be managed in a completely different way than it is now. Only God knows what the implications of such a change in nature would be, but it’s certain that if barriers that hinder our communication with the spiritual world were removed, man’s freedom as a moral agent would largely be diminished.

It may be answered, that this is an argument which may be directed against the fact of such appearances being permitted at all; but that is a fallacious objection. Earthquakes and hurricanes are occasionally permitted, which overthrow the work of man’s hands for centuries; but if these convulsions of nature were of every-day occurrence, nobody would think it worth their while to build a house or cultivate the earth, and the world would be a wreck and a wilderness. The apparitions that do appear, are not without their use to those who believe in them; while there is too great an uncertainty attending the subject, generally to allow of its ever being taken into consideration in mundane affairs.

It can be argued that this is a point against the fact that such events are allowed at all; however, that's a misleading objection. Earthquakes and hurricanes sometimes occur, devastating human creations that have lasted for centuries. But if these natural disasters happened all the time, no one would think it worthwhile to build a house or farm, and the world would become a disaster zone and a wasteland. The apparitions that do manifest have their purpose for those who believe in them; yet, there’s too much uncertainty surrounding the topic for it to be considered seriously in everyday matters.

The old, so-called, superstition of the people, that a person’s “dying with something on his mind” is one of the frequent causes of these revisitings, seems, like most other of their superstitions, to be founded on experience. I meet with many cases in which some apparently trivial anxiety, or some frustrated communication, prevents the uneasy spirit flinging off the bonds that bind it to the earth. I could quote many examples characterized by this feature, but will confine myself to two or three.

The old belief among people that a person “dying with something on their mind” is often a reason for them to come back seems, like many of their other superstitions, to be based on experience. I come across many cases where some seemingly minor worry or an unfulfilled message keeps the restless spirit tied to the earth. I could share many examples with this aspect, but I’ll limit myself to two or three.

Jung Stilling gives a very curious one, which occurred in the year 1746, and for the authenticity of which he vouches. A gentleman of the name of Dorrien, of most excellent character and amiable disposition, who was tutor in the Carolina Colleges, at Brunswick, died there in that year; and immediately previous to his death he sent to request an interview with another tutor, of the name of Hofer, with whom he had lived on terms of friendship. Hofer obeyed the summons, but came too late, the dying man was already in the last agonies. After a short time, rumors began to circulate that Herr Dorrien had been seen by different persons about the college; but as it was with the pupils that these rumors originated, they were supposed to be mere fancies, and no attention whatever was paid to them. At length, however, in the month of October, three months after the decease of Herr Dorrien, a circumstance occurred that excited considerable amazement among the professors. It formed part of the duty of Hofer to go through the college every night, between the hours of eleven and twelve, for the purpose of ascertaining that all the scholars were in bed, and that nothing irregular was going on among them. On the night in question, on entering one of the ante-rooms in the execution of this duty, he saw, to his great amazement, Herr Dorrien, seated, in the dressing-gown and white cap he was accustomed to wear, and holding the latter with his right hand, in such a manner as to conceal the upper part of the face; from the eyes to the chin, however, it was distinctly visible. This unexpected sight naturally startled Hofer, but, summoning resolution, he advanced into the young men’s chamber, and, having ascertained that all was in order, closed the door; he then turned his eyes again toward the spectre, and there it sat as before, whereupon he went up to it, and stretched out his arm toward it; but he was now seized with such a feeling of indescribable horror, that he could scarcely withdraw his hand, which became swollen to a degree that for some months he had no use of it. On the following day he related this circumstance to the professor of mathematics, Oeder, who of course treated the thing as a spectral illusion. He, however, consented to accompany Hofer on his rounds the ensuing night, satisfied that he should be able either to convince him it was a mere phantasm, or else a spectre of flesh and blood that was playing him a trick. They accordingly went at the usual hour, but no sooner had the professor set his foot in that same room, than he exclaimed, “By Heavens! it is Dorrien himself!” Hofer, in the meantime, proceeded into the chamber as before, in the pursuance of his duties, and, on his return, they both contemplated the figure for some time; neither of them had, however, the courage to address or approach it, and finally quitted the room, very much impressed, and perfectly convinced that they had seen Dorrien.

Jung Stilling shares a fascinating story that took place in 1746, which he assures us is true. A gentleman named Dorrien, known for his excellent character and friendly nature, was a tutor at the Carolina Colleges in Brunswick. He passed away that year, but before he died, he requested to meet another tutor named Hofer, with whom he had a friendly relationship. Hofer responded to the request but arrived too late; Dorrien was already in his final moments. Soon after, rumors began swirling among the students that they had seen Herr Dorrien around the college. Since these rumors began with the students, they were dismissed as mere fantasies and ignored. However, in October, three months after Dorrien's death, something happened that surprised the professors. As part of his duties, Hofer checked on the students every night between eleven and midnight to ensure they were in bed and nothing inappropriate was happening. On the night in question, as he entered one of the waiting rooms during his rounds, he was shocked to see Herr Dorrien sitting there, dressed in the familiar dressing gown and white cap he used to wear, holding the cap in a way that obscured the top half of his face; from his eyes to his chin, though, he was clearly visible. This unexpected sight startled Hofer, but he gathered his courage and entered the students' room. After confirming that everything was in order, he closed the door and looked back at the figure, which remained seated. He approached it and reached out his arm, but a sudden wave of indescribable horror overcame him, making it difficult to pull his hand back. It swelled up so badly that he couldn’t use it for months. The next day, he told the mathematics professor, Oeder, about the experience, who dismissed it as a mere illusion. Nevertheless, Oeder agreed to join Hofer on his rounds the next night, wanting to either confirm it was just a figment of Hofer's imagination or find out if it was a real apparition. They went out at the usual time, and as soon as the professor stepped into that same room, he exclaimed, “By heavens! It’s Dorrien himself!” Meanwhile, Hofer continued his duties in the students' chamber, and when he returned, the two of them observed the figure for a while. Neither of them had the courage to speak to or approach it, eventually leaving the room, deeply impacted and completely convinced they had indeed seen Dorrien.

This incident soon got spread abroad, and many people came in hopes of satisfying their own eyes of the fact, but their pains were fruitless; and even Professor Oeder, who had made up his mind to speak to the apparition, sought it repeatedly in the same place in vain. At length, he gave it up, and ceased to think of it, saying, “I have sought the ghost long enough; if he has anything to say, he must now seek me.” About a fortnight after this, he was suddenly awakened, between three and four o’clock in the morning, by something moving in his chamber, and on opening his eyes, he beheld a shadowy form, having the same appearance as the spectre, standing in front of a press which was not more than two steps from his bed. He raised himself, and contemplated the figure, the features of which he saw distinctly for some minutes, till it disappeared. On the following night he was awakened in the same manner, and saw the figure as before, with the addition that there was a sound proceeded from the door of the press, as if somebody was leaning against it. The spectre also stayed longer this time, and Professor Oeder, no doubt frightened and angry, addressing it as an evil spirit, bade it begone, whereon it made gestures with its head and hands that alarmed him so much, that he adjured it in the name of God to leave him, which it did. Eight days now elapsed without any further disturbance, but, after that period, the visits of the spirit were resumed, and he was awakened by it repeatedly about three in the morning, when it would advance from the press to the bed, and hang its head over him in a manner so annoying, that he started up and struck at it, whereupon it would retire, but presently advance again. Perceiving now, that the countenance was rather placid and friendly than otherwise, the professor at length addressed it, and, having reason to believe that Dorrien had left some debts unpaid, he asked him if that were the case, upon which the spectre retreated some steps, and seemed to place itself in an attitude of attention. Oeder reiterated the inquiry, whereupon the figure drew its hand across its mouth, in which the professor now observed a short pipe. “Is it to the barber you are in debt?” he inquired. The spectre slowly shook its head. “Is it to the tobacconist, then?” asked he, the question being suggested by the pipe. Hereupon the form retreated, and disappeared. On the following day, Oeder narrated what had occurred to Councillor Erath, one of the curators of the college, and also to the sister of the deceased, and arrangements were made for discharging the debt. Professor Seidler, of the same college, now proposed to pass the night with Oeder, for the purpose of observing if the ghost came again, which it did about five o’clock, and awoke Oeder as usual, who awoke his companion, but just then the form disappeared, and Seidler said he only saw something white. They then both disposed themselves to sleep, but presently Seidler was aroused by Oeder’s starting up and striking out, while he cried, with a voice expressive of rage and horror, “Begone! You have tormented me long enough! If you want anything of me, say what it is, or give me an intelligible sign, and come here no more!”

This incident quickly spread, and many people came hoping to see it for themselves, but their efforts were in vain; even Professor Oeder, who planned to communicate with the apparition, sought it repeatedly in the same spot without success. Finally, he gave up and stopped thinking about it, saying, “I’ve looked for the ghost long enough; if it has something to say, it needs to find me now.” About two weeks later, he was suddenly awoken between three and four in the morning by something moving in his room. When he opened his eyes, he saw a shadowy figure resembling the specter standing in front of a wardrobe only a couple of steps from his bed. He sat up and observed the figure, clearly seeing its features for several minutes until it vanished. The next night, he was awakened in the same way and saw the figure again, along with a sound coming from the wardrobe door, as if someone was leaning against it. The specter stayed longer this time, and Professor Oeder, undoubtedly frightened and angry, addressed it as an evil spirit, commanding it to leave. The figure made gestures with its head and hands that terrified him, prompting him to command it in the name of God to depart, which it did. Eight days passed without any disturbances, but after that, the spirit's visits resumed, waking him repeatedly around three in the morning. It would approach from the wardrobe to the bed, leaning its head over him in such a bothersome way that he would jump up and swipe at it, causing it to retreat, only to come back again shortly after. Noticing that the expression was more calm and friendly than frightening, the professor finally spoke to it. Believing that Dorrien might have left some unpaid debts, he asked if that was the case, to which the specter stepped back slightly, appearing to listen. Oeder repeated the question, and the figure ran its hand across its mouth, revealing a short pipe. “Are you in debt to the barber?” he asked. The specter slowly shook its head. “Is it to the tobacconist, then?” he queried, prompted by the pipe. At this, the figure retreated and vanished. The next day, Oeder told Councillor Erath, one of the college curators, and Dorrien’s sister about what happened, and they made plans to settle the debt. Professor Seidler, from the same college, then proposed to spend the night with Oeder to see if the ghost would return, which it did around five o’clock, waking Oeder as usual. Oeder then woke his companion, but just then the figure disappeared, and Seidler said he only saw something white. They both tried to go back to sleep, but soon Seidler was jolted awake by Oeder springing up and throwing punches, shouting in a voice filled with rage and terror, “Go away! You’ve tormented me long enough! If you want something from me, say it, or give me a clear sign, and don’t come here again!”

Seidler heard all this, though he saw nothing; but as soon as Oeder was somewhat appeased, he told him that the figure had returned, and not only approached the bed, but stretched itself upon it. After this, Oeder burned a light, and had some one in the room every night. He gained this advantage by the light, that he saw nothing; but about four o’clock, he was generally awakened by noises in his room, and other symptoms that satisfied him the ghost was there. At length, however, this annoyance ceased also; and trusting that his unwelcome guest had taken his leave, he dismissed his bedfellow, and dispensed with his light. Two nights passed quietly over; on the third, however, the spectre returned; but very perceptibly darker. It now presented another sign, or symbol, which seemed to represent a picture, with a hole in the middle, through which it thrust its head. Oeder was now so little alarmed, that he bade it express its wishes more clearly, or approach nearer. To these requisitions the apparition shook its head, and then vanished. This strange phenomenon recurred several times, and even in the presence of another curator of the college; but it was with considerable difficulty they discovered what the symbol was meant to convey. They at length, however, found that Dorrien just before his illness, had obtained, on trial, several pictures for a magic lantern, which had never been returned to their owner. This was now done, and from that time the apparition was neither seen nor heard again. Professor Oeder made no secret of these circumstances; he related them publicly in court and college; he wrote the account to several eminent persons, and declared himself ready to attest the facts upon his oath.

Seidler heard all of this, even though he saw nothing; but as soon as Oeder settled down a bit, he told him that the figure had returned and not only approached the bed but lay down on it. After that, Oeder lit a lamp and made sure someone was in the room with him every night. The advantage of the light was that he saw nothing, but around four o’clock, he was usually woken up by noises in the room and other signs that convinced him the ghost was there. Eventually, though, this annoyance stopped too, and believing his unwanted guest had left, he sent his companion away and turned off the light. Two nights passed without incident; however, on the third night, the specter came back, noticeably darker. It now displayed another sign or symbol that seemed to show a picture with a hole in the middle, through which it thrust its head. Oeder was so unbothered by this point that he told it to express its wishes more clearly or come closer. In response to these requests, the apparition shook its head and then disappeared. This strange phenomenon occurred several times, even in front of another curator of the college; but it took them quite a while to figure out what the symbol meant. Eventually, they discovered that Dorrien had recently borrowed several pictures for a magic lantern before he got sick, and those pictures had never been returned to their owner. Once that was resolved, the apparition was never seen or heard from again. Professor Oeder made no secret of these events; he shared them publicly in court and at the college, wrote about them to several prominent people, and stated he was willing to attest to the facts under oath.

Stilling, who relates this story, has been called superstitious; he may be so; but his piety and his honesty are above suspicion; he says the facts are well known, and that he can vouch for their authenticity; and as he must have been a contemporary of the parties concerned, he had, doubtless, good opportunities of ascertaining what foundation there was for the story. It is certainly a very extraordinary one, and the demeanor of the spirit as little like what we should have naturally apprehended as possible; but, as I have said before, we have no right to pronounce any opinion on this subject, except from experience, and there are two arguments to be advanced in favor of this narration; the one being, that I can not imagine anybody setting about to invent a ghost-story, would have introduced circumstances so apparently improbable and inappropriate; and the other consisting in the fact, that I have met with numerous relations, coming from very opposite quarters, which seem to corroborate the one in question.

Stilling, who tells this story, has been labeled superstitious; he might be, but his faith and honesty are beyond doubt. He claims the facts are well-known and that he can confirm their truth. Since he was likely a contemporary of the people involved, he probably had good opportunities to determine the basis for the story. It is certainly a very unusual one, and the spirit's behavior is far from what we would normally expect; however, as I mentioned before, we have no right to form an opinion on this topic without experience. There are two arguments to support this account: first, I can't imagine anyone trying to make up a ghost story would include such seemingly improbable and inappropriate details; and second, I've come across many accounts from very different sources that seem to back up this story.

With respect to the cause of the spectre’s appearance, Jung Stilling, I think, reasonably enough, suggests that the poor man had intended to commission Hofer to settle these little affairs for him, but that delaying this duty too long, his mind had been oppressed by the recollection of them in his last moments—he had carried his care with him, and it bound him to the earth. Wherefore, considering how many persons die with duties unperformed, this anxiety to repair the neglect, is not more frequently manifested, we do not know; some reasons we have already suggested as possible; there may be others of which we can form no idea, any more than we can solve the question, why in some cases communication and even speech seems easy, while in this instance, the spirit was only able to convey its wishes by gestures and symbols. Its addressing itself to Oeder instead of Hofer, probably arose from its finding communication with him less difficult; the swelling of Hofer’s arm indicating that his physical nature was not adapted for this spiritual intercourse. With respect to Oeder’s expedient of burning a light in his room, in order to prevent his seeing this shadowy form, we can comprehend, that the figure would be discerned more easily on the dark ground of comparative obscurity, and that clear light would render it invisible. Dr. Kerner mentions, on one occasion, that while sitting in an adjoining room, with the door open, he had seen a shadowy figure, to whom his patient was speaking, standing beside her bed; and catching up a candle, he had rushed toward it; but as soon as he thus illuminated the chamber, he could no longer distinguish it.

Regarding the reason for the ghost's appearance, Jung Stilling suggests, quite reasonably, that the poor man intended to ask Hofer to handle these minor affairs for him. However, by delaying this task for too long, his mind became burdened by the memory of them in his final moments—he carried his worries with him, binding him to the earth. Therefore, considering how many people die with unfinished business, we can't fully explain why this urgency to rectify neglect isn't more often expressed; we've already suggested some possible reasons, and there may be others that are beyond our understanding, just as we can't solve the question of why in some cases communication and even speech seem easy, while in this instance, the spirit could only express its wishes through gestures and symbols. Its choice to communicate with Oeder instead of Hofer likely came from finding it easier to connect with him; the swelling of Hofer’s arm indicated that his physical nature wasn't suited for this spiritual exchange. As for Oeder's approach of lighting a candle in his room to avoid seeing the shadowy figure, it's understandable that the figure would be easier to see against a dark background, and bright light would render it invisible. Dr. Kerner recounts an occasion when, sitting in an adjacent room with the door open, he saw a shadowy figure standing beside his patient’s bed as she spoke to it. He grabbed a candle and rushed toward it, but as soon as he illuminated the room, he could no longer see the figure.

The ineffective and awkward attempts of this apparition to make itself understood, are not easily to be reconciled to our ideas of a spirit, while, at the same time, that which it could do, and that which it could not—the powers it possessed and those it wanted—tend to throw some light on its condition. As regards space, we may suppose that, in this instance, what St. Martin said of ghosts in general, may be applicable: “Je ne crois pas aux revenants, mais je crois aux restants;” that is, he did not believe that spirits who had once quitted the earth returned to it, but he believed that some did not quit it, and thus, as the somnambule mentioned in a former chapter said to me, “Some are waiting and some are gone on before.”

The clumsy and awkward attempts of this apparition to make itself understood don’t really match our ideas of a spirit. At the same time, what it could do and what it couldn’t—the powers it had and those it lacked—help shed some light on its situation. Regarding space, we might think that what St. Martin said about ghosts in general applies here: “I don't believe in ghosts, but I believe in remnants.,” which means he did not believe that spirits who had once left the earth returned, but he did believe that some didn’t leave at all. And so, as the somnambulist mentioned in an earlier chapter told me, “Some are waiting and some have gone on ahead.”

Dorrien’s uneasiness and worldly care chained him to the earth, and he was a restant—but, being a spirit, he was inevitably inducted into some of the inherent properties of spirit; matter to him was no impediment, neither doors nor walls could keep him out; he had the intuitive perception of whom he could most easily communicate with, or he was brought into rapport with Oeder by the latter’s seeking him; and he could either so act on Oeder’s constructive imagination as to enable it to project his own figure, with the short pipe and the pictures, or he could, by the magical power of his will, build up these images out of the constituents of the atmosphere. The last seems the most probable, because, had the rapport with Oeder, or Oeder’s receptivity, been sufficient to enable the spirit to act potently upon him, it would have been also able to infuse into his mind the wishes it desired to convey, even without speech, for speech, as a means of communication between spirits, must be quite unnecessary. Even in spite of these dense bodies of ours, we have great difficulty in concealing our thoughts from each other; and the somnambule reads the thoughts of not only his magnetizer, but of others with whom he is placed in rapport. In cases where speech appears to be used by a spirit, it is frequently not audible speech, but only this transference of thought, which appears to be speech from the manner in which the thought is borne in and enters the mind of the receiver; but it is not through his ears, but through his universal supplementary sense, that he receives it; and it is no more like what we mean by hearing, than is the seeing of a clairvoyant, or a spirit, like our seeing by means of our bodily organs. In those cases where the speech is audible to other persons, we must suppose that the magical will of the spirit can, by means of the atmosphere, simulate these sounds as it can simulate others, of which I shall have to treat by-and-by. It is remarkable that, in some instances, this magical power seems to extend so far as to represent to the eye of the seer a form apparently so real, solid, and lifelike, that it is not recognisable from the living man; while in other cases the production of a shadowy figure seems to be the limit of its agency, whether limited by its own faculty or the receptivity of its subject: but we must be quite sure that the form is, in either instance, equally ethereal or immaterial. And it will not be out of place here to refer to the standing joke of the skeptics, about ghosts appearing in coats and waistcoats. Bentham thought he had settled the question for ever by that objection; and I have heard it since frequently advanced by very acute persons; but, properly considered, it has not the least validity.

Dorrien's anxiety and worldly concerns kept him grounded, making him a remaining—but, as a spirit, he naturally possessed some of the essential traits of a spirit. For him, physical barriers were no obstacle; doors and walls couldn't keep him out. He intuitively sensed who he could communicate with the most easily or connected with Oeder because Oeder sought him out. He could influence Oeder's imagination enough for it to project his own image, complete with the short pipe and the pictures, or he could, through the magical power of his will, create these images from the elements in the atmosphere. The latter seems more likely, because if the connection with Oeder, or Oeder's receptiveness, had been strong enough for the spirit to affect him significantly, it would have also been able to implant its desires in Oeder's mind without needing to speak. After all, communication through speech between spirits shouldn't be necessary. Even despite our dense bodies, we struggle to hide our thoughts from each other; a somnambulist can read the thoughts not only of their magnetizer but also of others they are connected with. In cases where a spirit seems to use speech, it is often not actual audible speech, but rather a transfer of thought that seems like speech based on how it enters the receiver's mind. This happens not through their ears but through a universal sense, and it is different from what we consider listening, just as seeing by a psychic or a spirit is not the same as our physical sight. When speech is heard by others, we must assume the spirit's magical will can manipulate sounds through the atmosphere, just like it can simulate other phenomena, which I will discuss later. Interestingly, in some cases, this magical ability seems to extend far enough to present a form to the seer's eye that appears so real, solid, and lifelike that it cannot be distinguished from a living person; while in other instances, it can only create a shadowy figure, limited either by its own power or the receptiveness of its subject. However, in both cases, we should be certain that the form is equally ethereal or immaterial. Additionally, it's worth mentioning the common joke among skeptics about ghosts appearing in coats and waistcoats. Bentham thought he had permanently settled this debate with that objection, and I have heard it brought up multiple times by very sharp individuals. However, upon proper consideration, it holds no real validity.

Whether or not the soul on leaving its earthly tabernacle finds itself at once clothed with that spiritual body which St. Paul refers to, is what we can not know, though it seems highly probable; but if it be so, we must be sure that this body resembles in its nature that fluent, subtle kind of matter, called by us imponderables, which are capable of penetrating all substances; and unless there be no visible body at all, but only the will of a disembodied spirit acting upon one yet in the flesh (in which case it were as easy to impress the imagination with a clothed figure as an unclothed one), we must conclude that this ethereal flexible form, whether permanent or temporary, may be held together and retain its shape by the volition of the spirit, as our bodies are held together by the principle of life that is in them; and we see in various instances, where the spectator has been bold enough to try the experiment, that though the shadowy body was pervious to any substance passed through it, its integrity was only momentarily interrupted, and it immediately recovered its previous shape.

Whether or not the soul, upon leaving its earthly body, is immediately clothed in the spiritual body that St. Paul mentions is something we can’t know for sure, although it seems very likely. If that is the case, we should be confident that this body is made of a fluid, subtle kind of matter that we call imponderables, which can penetrate all substances. Unless there's no visible body at all and only the will of a disembodied spirit acting on one still in the flesh (in which case it would be just as easy to create an image of a clothed figure as one that is not), we must conclude that this ethereal, flexible form, whether it's permanent or temporary, can be held together and maintain its shape by the will of the spirit, just as our bodies are held together by the life force within them. We see in various cases, where someone has dared to try the experiment, that even though the shadowy body could pass through any substance, its form was only momentarily disrupted, and it quickly returned to its original shape.

Now, as a spirit—provided there be no especial law to the contrary, partial or universal, absolute or otherwise, governing the spiritual world—must be where its thoughts and wishes are, just as we should be at the place we intently think of, or desire, if our solid bodies did not impede us, so must a spirit appear as it is, or as it conceives of itself. Morally, it can only conceive of itself as it is, good or bad, light or dark; but it may conceive of itself clothed as well as unclothed; and if it can conceive of its former body, it can equally conceive of its former habiliments, and so represent them by its power of will to the eye, or present them to the constructive imagination of the seer: and it will be able to do this with a degree of distinctness proportioned to the receptivity of the latter, or to the intensity of the rapport which exists between them. Now, considered in this way, the appearance of a spirit “in its habit as it lived” is no more extraordinary than the appearance of a spirit at all, and it adds no complexity to the phenomenon. If it appears at all in a recognisable form, it must come naked or clothed: the former, to say the least of it, would be much more frightful and shocking; and if it be clothed, I do not see what right we have to expect it shall be in a fancy costume, conformable to our ideas (which are no ideas at all) of the other world; nor why, if it be endowed with the memory of the past, it should not be natural to suppose it would assume the external aspect it wore during its earthly pilgrimage. Certain it is, whether consistent with our notions or not, all tradition seems to show that this is the appearance they assume; and the very fact that on the first view of the case, and until the question is philosophically considered, the addition of a suit of clothes to the phenomenon not only renders its acceptance much more difficult, but throws an air of absurdity and improbability on the whole subject, furnishes a very strong argument in favor of the persuasion that this notion has been founded on experience, and is not the result of either fancy or gratuitous invention.

Now, as a spirit—assuming there's no specific law that says otherwise, whether it's partial, universal, absolute, or something else—must exist where its thoughts and desires are, just like we would be in the place we intensely think about or want, if our physical bodies didn't hold us back. A spirit must appear as it is, or as it imagines itself to be. Morally, it can only see itself as it truly is, whether good or bad, light or dark; but it can also envision itself dressed or undressed. If it can imagine its former body, it can equally imagine whatever it wore before, and so show that to others' eyes or present it to the creative imagination of the observer. It can do this with a clarity that depends on how receptive the observer is or how strong the connection between them is. In this sense, a spirit appearing “in the clothes it had on in life” is no more unusual than the spirit appearing at all, and it doesn’t complicate the phenomenon. If it shows up in a recognizable form, it must appear either clothed or unclothed: the latter would certainly be much more frightening and shocking. And if it is clothed, I don’t see why we should expect it to be in some fanciful outfit that matches our ideas (which are really not ideas at all) of the afterlife, nor why, if it has memories from the past, it wouldn’t naturally take the form it had during its time on Earth. It’s clear, whether it fits with our beliefs or not, that all tradition suggests this is how they appear; and the very fact that at first glance, and until the issue is looked at philosophically, adding clothes to the phenomenon not only makes it much harder to accept but also casts an air of absurdity and unlikelihood on the whole topic, strongly supports the idea that this belief is based on experience, not just imagination or baseless invention.

The idea of spirits appearing like angels, with wings, &c., seems to be drawn from these relations in the Bible, when messengers were sent from God to man; but those departed spirits are not angels, though probably destined in the course of ages to become so: in the meantime, their moral state continues as when they quitted the body, and their memories and affections are with the earth—and so, earthly they appear, more or less. We meet with some instances in which bright spirits have been seen—protecting spirits, for example, who have shaken off their earth entirely, clinging to it yet but by some holy affection or mission of mercy—and these appear, not with wings, which whenever seen are merely symbolical, for we can not imagine they are necessary to the motion of a spirit, but clothed in robes of light. Such appearances, however, seem much more rare than the others.

The idea of spirits appearing like angels, with wings, etc., seems to come from these accounts in the Bible, when messengers were sent from God to humans; but those departed spirits are not angels, even though they are likely destined to become so over time. In the meantime, their moral state remains as it was when they left their bodies, and their memories and feelings are still tied to the earth—and so, they appear more or less earthly. There are some cases where bright spirits have been seen—like protective spirits, for example, who have completely shed their earthly existence but still cling to it through some holy affection or mission of mercy—and they appear not with wings, which, when seen, are merely symbolic, because we can't imagine they are needed for a spirit's movement, but dressed in robes of light. However, such appearances seem to be much rarer than the others.

It will seem to many persons very inconsistent with their ideas of the dignity of a spirit that they should appear and act in the manner I have described, and shall describe further; and I have heard it objected that we can not suppose God would permit the dead to return merely to frighten the living, and that it is showing him little reverence to imagine he would suffer them to come on such trifling errands, or demean themselves in so undignified a fashion. But God permits men of all degrees of wickedness, and of every kind of absurdity, to exist, and to harass and disturb the earth, while they expose themselves to its obloquy or its ridicule.

It may seem to many people very inconsistent with their beliefs about the dignity of a spirit that they would appear and act in the way I've described and will continue to describe. I've also heard the argument that we cannot believe God would allow the dead to return just to scare the living, and that it's disrespectful to think He would let them come back for such trivial reasons or behave in such an undignified way. But God allows people of all kinds of wickedness and absurdity to exist and to cause trouble on Earth, while they subject themselves to its scorn or mockery.

Now, as I have observed in a former chapter, there is nothing more perplexing to us in regarding man as a responsible being, than the degree to which we have reason to believe his moral nature is influenced by his physical organization; but leaving this difficult question to be decided (if ever it can be decided in this world) by wiser heads than mine, there is one thing of which we may rest perfectly assured, namely, that let the fault of an impure, or vicious, or even merely sensuous life, lie where it will—whether it be the wicked spirit within, or the ill-organized body without, or a tertium quid of both combined—still the soul that has been a party to this earthly career, must be soiled and deteriorated by its familiarity with evil; and there seems much reason to believe that the dissolution of the connection between the soul and body produces far less change in the former than has been commonly supposed. People generally think—if they think on the subject at all—that as soon as they are dead, if they have lived tolerably virtuous lives, or indeed been free from any great crimes, they will immediately find themselves provided with wings, and straightway fly up to some delightful place, which they call heaven, forgetting how unfit they are for heavenly fellowship; and although I can not help thinking that the Almighty has mercifully permitted occasional relaxations of the boundaries that separate the dead from the living, for the purpose of showing us our error, we are determined not to avail ourselves of the advantage. I do not mean that these spirits—these revenants or restants—are special messengers sent to warn us: I only mean that their occasionally “revisiting the glimpses of the moon” form the exceptional cases in a great general law of nature which divides the spiritual from the material world; and that, in framing this law, these exceptions may have been designed for our benefit.

Now, as I mentioned in a previous chapter, nothing is more confusing when considering humans as responsible beings than the extent to which we believe their moral nature is shaped by their physical makeup. But putting aside this challenging question for wiser minds to resolve (if it can ever be resolved in this life), one thing we can be completely sure of is this: no matter where the blame for a flawed, immoral, or even just indulgent life falls—whether it's the wicked spirit within or the poorly functioning body outside, or some combination of both—the soul that has taken part in this earthly existence must be tainted and harmed by its exposure to evil. There's also good reason to believe that the separation of the soul and body changes the former far less than people usually think. Most people assume—if they consider it at all—that as soon as they die, if they have lived decently virtuous lives or avoided major sins, they'll instantly sprout wings and fly off to some wonderful place they call heaven, completely overlooking how unfit they are for heavenly company. Although I can't help but think that the Almighty has kindly allowed occasional breaks in the boundaries between the dead and the living to reveal our mistakes, we are often unwilling to take advantage of this. I don't mean that these spirits—these revenants or restants—are special messengers sent to warn us; I simply mean that their occasional "revisiting the glimpses of the moon" represents exceptions to a broader natural law that separates the spiritual from the material world, and that these exceptions might have been intended for our benefit.

There are several stories extant in the English, and a vast number in the German records, which, supposing them to be well founded—and I repeat, that for many of them we have just as good evidence as for anything else we believe as hearsay or tradition—would go to confirm the fact that the spirits of the dead are sometimes disturbed by what appear to us very trifling cares. I give the following case from Dr. Kerner, who says it was related to him by a very respectable man, on whose word he can entirely rely:—

There are several stories available in English, and many more in German records, which, if we consider them credible—and I want to emphasize that for many of them we have just as much evidence as for anything else we accept as hearsay or tradition—would support the idea that the spirits of the dead can be troubled by what seem to us very minor concerns. I present the following case from Dr. Kerner, who states it was told to him by a very trustworthy man, someone he completely trusts:—

“I was,” said Mr. St. S⁠——, of S⁠——, “the son of a man who had no fortune but his business, in which he was ultimately successful. At first, however, his means being narrow, he was perhaps too anxious and inclined to parsimony; so that when my mother, careful housewife as she was, asked him for money, the demand generally led to a quarrel. This occasioned her great uneasiness, and having mentioned this characteristic of her husband to her father, the old man advised her to get a second key made to the money-chest, unknown to her husband, considering this expedient allowable and even preferable to the destruction of their conjugal felicity, and feeling satisfied that she would make no ill use of the power possessed. My mother followed his advice, very much to the advantage of all parties; and nobody suspected the existence of this second key except myself, whom she had admitted into her confidence.

“I was,” said Mr. St. S⁠——, of S⁠——, “the son of a man who had no wealth except for his business, in which he eventually found success. At first, though, his finances were tight, and he was perhaps too anxious and inclined to be stingy; so when my mother, being the careful housewife that she was, asked him for money, it usually led to a fight. This made her very uneasy, and after she mentioned this trait of her husband to her father, the old man advised her to get a second key made for the money chest, without her husband knowing, believing this solution was acceptable and even better than damaging their marital happiness, and he felt confident that she wouldn't misuse the power that came with it. My mother took his advice, which benefited everyone; and no one suspected the existence of this second key except for me, as she had let me in on her secret.”

“Two-and-twenty years my parents lived happily together, when I, being at the time about eighteen hours’ journey from home, received a letter from my father informing me that she was ill—that he hoped for her speedy amendment—but that if she grew worse he would send a horse to fetch me home to see her. I was extremely busy at that time, and therefore waited for further intelligence; and as several days elapsed without any reaching me, I trusted my mother was convalescent. One night, feeling myself unwell, I had lain down on the bed with my clothes on to take a little rest. It was between 11 and 12 o’clock, and I had not been asleep, when some one knocked at the door, and my mother entered, dressed as she usually was. She saluted me, and said: ‘We shall see each other no more in this world: but I have an injunction to give you. I have given that key to R⁠—— (naming a servant we then had), and she will remit it to you. Keep it carefully, or throw it into the water, but never let your father see it—it would trouble him. Farewell, and walk virtuously through life.’ And with these words she turned and quitted the room by the door, as she had entered it. I immediately arose, called up my people, expressed my apprehension that my mother was dead, and, without further delay, started for home. As I approached the house, R⁠——, the maid, came out and informed me that my mother had expired between the hours of 11 and 12 on the preceding night. As there was another person present at the moment, she said nothing further to me, but she took an early opportunity of remitting me the key, saying that my mother had given it to her just before she expired, desiring her to place it in my hands, with an injunction that I should keep it carefully, or fling it into the water, so that my father might never know anything about it. I took the key, kept it for some years, and at length threw it into the Lahne.”

“Twenty-two years my parents lived happily together when I, being about eighteen hours away from home, got a letter from my dad saying she was sick—that he hoped she'd get better soon—but that if she got worse, he would send a horse to bring me home to see her. I was really busy at that time, so I waited for more news; and as several days went by without hearing anything, I figured my mom was recovering. One night, feeling a bit off, I lay down on the bed with my clothes on to rest for a bit. It was between 11 and 12 o’clock, and I hadn't fallen asleep when someone knocked at the door, and my mom came in, dressed like she usually was. She greeted me and said, ‘We won’t see each other again in this world: but I have something to tell you. I’ve given that key to R⁠—— (naming a servant we had), and she will give it to you. Keep it safe, or throw it in the water, but never let your dad see it—it would upset him. Goodbye, and live a good life.’ With those words, she turned and left the room the same way she came in. I immediately got up, called my family, expressed my fear that my mom had died, and started for home without wasting any time. As I got closer to the house, R⁠——, the maid, came out and told me that my mom had passed away between 11 and 12 the night before. Since there was another person there at the time, she didn’t say anything else to me, but later she took the opportunity to give me the key, saying that my mom had given it to her just before she died, asking her to give it to me with the instruction that I should keep it safe or throw it in the water so that my dad would never know anything about it. I took the key, kept it for a few years, and eventually threw it into the Lahne.”

I am aware that it may be objected by those who believe in wraiths, but in no other kind of apparition, that this phenomenon occurred before the death of the lady, and that it was produced by her energetic anxiety with regard to the key. It may be so, or it may not; but, at all events, we see in this case how a comparatively trifling uneasiness may disturb a dying person, and how, therefore—if memory remains to them—they may carry it with them, and seek, by such means as they have, to obtain relief from it.

I know some people who believe in ghosts might argue that this event happened before the woman died and was caused by her intense worry about the key. That could be true, or it might not be; but either way, this example shows how a seemingly small worry can upset someone who is dying, and how, if they still have their memory, they might carry that worry with them and try to find a way to relieve it.

A remarkable instance of anxiety for the welfare of those left behind, is exhibited in the following story, which I received from a member of the family concerned: Mrs. R⁠——, a lady very well connected, lost her husband when in the prime of life, and found herself with fourteen children, unprovided for. The overwhelming nature of the calamity depressed her energies to such a degree as to render her incapable of those exertions which could alone redeem them from ruin. The flood of misfortune seemed too strong for her, and she yielded to it without resistance. She had thus given way to despondency some time, when one day, as she was sitting alone, the door opened, and her mother, who had been a considerable time dead, entered the room and addressed her, reproving her for this weak indulgence of useless sorrow, and bidding her exert herself for the sake of her children. From that period she threw off the depression, set actively to work to promote the fortunes of her family, and succeeded so well that they ultimately emerged from all their difficulties. I asked the gentleman who related this circumstance to me whether he believed it. He answered, that he could only assure me that she herself affirmed the fact, and that she avowedly attributed the sudden change in her character and conduct to this cause;—for his own part, he did not know what to say, finding it difficult to believe in the possibility of such a visit from the dead.

A striking example of concern for the well-being of those left behind is shown in the following story, which I heard from a family member involved: Mrs. R⁠——, a woman with solid connections, lost her husband while still young and found herself with fourteen children to take care of. The overwhelming nature of this tragedy drained her energy to the point where she couldn’t muster the effort needed to save them from ruin. The wave of misfortune felt too powerful for her, and she gave in to it without a fight. She had thus succumbed to despair for a while when one day, as she sat alone, the door opened, and her mother, who had been dead for some time, entered the room and spoke to her, scolding her for indulging in pointless sorrow and encouraging her to take action for the sake of her children. From that moment on, she shook off her depression, set to work actively to improve her family's fortunes, and did so well that they eventually overcame all their hardships. I asked the gentleman who shared this story with me whether he believed it. He replied that he could only tell me that she herself claimed it was true and that she openly credited the sudden change in her character and behavior to this experience; as for him, he didn’t know what to think, as he found it hard to believe in the possibility of such a visit from the dead.

A somewhat similar instance is related by Dr. Kerner, which he says he received from the party himself, a man of sense and probity. This gentleman, Mr. F⁠——, at an early age lost his mother. Two-and-twenty years afterward he formed an attachment to a young person, whose hand he resolved to ask in marriage. Having one evening seated himself at his desk, for the purpose of writing his proposal, he was amazed, on accidentally lifting his eyes from the paper, to see his mother, looking exactly as if alive, seated opposite to him, while she, raising her finger with a warning gesture, said: “Do not that thing!” Not the least alarmed, Mr. F⁠—— started up to approach her, whereupon she disappeared. Being very much attached to the lady, however, he did not feel disposed to follow her counsel; but having read the letter to his father, who highly approved of the match and laughed at the ghost, he returned to his chamber to seal it; when, while he was adding the superscription, she again appeared as before and reiterated her injunction. But love conquered; the letter was despatched, the marriage ensued, and, after ten years of strife and unhappiness, was dissolved by a judicial process.

A somewhat similar instance is related by Dr. Kerner, who says he heard it from the person involved, a sensible and trustworthy man. This gentleman, Mr. F⁠——, lost his mother at a young age. Twenty-two years later, he fell in love with a young woman and decided to propose. One evening, while sitting at his desk to write his proposal, he was stunned when he looked up from the paper and saw his mother, looking just as she did in life, sitting across from him. She raised her finger in a warning gesture and said, “Don’t do that!” Not at all frightened, Mr. F⁠—— stood up to approach her, but she vanished. However, because he was very much in love with the woman, he wasn’t inclined to follow her advice; after reading the letter to his father, who strongly approved of the match and laughed at the ghost, he went back to his room to seal it. While he was writing the address, she appeared again just as before and repeated her warning. But love prevailed; the letter was sent, the marriage took place, and after ten years of conflict and unhappiness, it ended in a legal separation.

A remarkable circumstance occurred about forty years ago, in the family of Dr. Paulus, at Stuttgard. The wife of the head of the family having died, they, with some of their connections, were sitting at table a few days afterward, in the room adjoining that in which the corpse lay; suddenly the door of the latter apartment opened, and the figure of the mother clad in white robes entered, and, saluting them as she passed, walked slowly and noiselessly through the room, and then disappeared again through the door by which she had entered. The whole company saw the apparition; but the father, who was at that time quite in health, died eight days afterward.

A striking event happened about forty years ago in Dr. Paulus's family in Stuttgart. A few days after the head of the family’s wife passed away, they were sitting at a table with some relatives in the room next to where the body was. Suddenly, the door to the other room swung open, and the mother’s figure appeared, dressed in white robes. She greeted them as she walked by, gliding silently through the room before vanishing back through the door she had entered. Everyone in the group saw the ghostly figure, but the father, who was perfectly healthy at that time, passed away eight days later.

Madame R⁠—— had promised an old wood-cutter—who had a particular horror of dying in the poor-house, because he knew his body would be given to the surgeons—that she would take care to see him properly interred. The old man lived some years afterward, and she had quite lost sight of him, and indeed forgotten the circumstance, when she was one night awakened by the sound of some one cutting wood in her bed-chamber; and so perfect was the imitation, that she heard, every log flung aside as separated. She started up, exclaiming, “The old man must be dead!” and so it proved,—his last anxiety having been that Madame R⁠—— should remember her promise.

Madame R⁠—— had promised an old woodcutter—who was particularly scared of dying in a poorhouse because he knew his body would be given to surgeons—that she would make sure he had a proper burial. The old man lived several more years, and she completely lost track of him, even forgetting the promise. One night, she was startled awake by the sound of someone chopping wood in her bedroom; the imitation was so realistic that she could hear every log being tossed aside. She jumped up, exclaiming, “The old man must be dead!” And so it turned out—his final worry had been that Madame R⁠—— would remember her promise.

That our interest in whatever has much concerned us in this life accompanies us beyond the grave, seems to be proved by many stories I meet with, and the following is of undoubted authenticity: Some years ago, a music-master died at Erfert at the age of seventy. He was a miser, and had never looked with very friendly eyes on Professor Rinck, the composer, who he knew was likely to succeed to his classes. The old man had lived and died in an apartment adjoining the class-room; and the first day that Rinck entered on his office, while the scholars were singing Aus der tiefe ruf ich dich, which is a paraphrase of the De profundis, he thought he saw, through a hole or bull’s eye in the door, something moving about the inner chamber. As the room was void of every kind of furniture, and nobody could possibly be in it, Rinck looked more fixedly, when he distinctly saw a shadow, whose movements were accompanied by a strange rustling sound. Perplexed at the circumstance, he told his pupils that on the following day he should require them to repeat the same choral. They did so; and while they were singing, Rinck saw a person walking backward and forward in the next room, who frequently approached the hole in the door. Very much struck with so extraordinary a circumstance, Rinck had the choral repeated on the ensuing day,—and this time his suspicions were fully confirmed; the old man, his predecessor, approaching the door, and gazing steadfastly into the class-room. “His face,” said Rinck—in relating the story to Dr. Mainzer, who has obligingly furnished it to me as entered in his journal at the time—“was of an ashy-gray. The apparition,” he added, “never more appeared to me, although I frequently had the choral repeated.”

That our interest in whatever has deeply impacted us in this life follows us beyond the grave seems to be supported by many stories I've encountered, and the following one is undoubtedly authentic: Several years ago, a music teacher died in Erfert at the age of seventy. He was a miser and had never had a very positive opinion of Professor Rinck, the composer, who he knew might take over his classes. The old man lived and died in an apartment next to the classroom; and on the first day that Rinck started his position, while the students were singing From the depths, I call to you., which is a paraphrase of the From the depths, he thought he saw something moving through a peephole in the door. Since the room had no furniture and no one could possibly be inside, Rinck looked closer and clearly saw a shadow moving, accompanied by a strange rustling sound. Intrigued by the situation, he told his students that the next day they would need to repeat the same choral. They did, and while they were singing, Rinck noticed a figure walking back and forth in the next room, often coming close to the peephole in the door. Very surprised by such an unusual occurrence, Rinck had the choral sung again the following day—and this time his suspicions were fully confirmed; the old man, his predecessor, approached the door and stared intently into the classroom. “His face,” said Rinck—relating the story to Dr. Mainzer, who kindly recorded it in his journal at the time—“was an ashy-gray. The apparition,” he added, “never appeared to me again, although I often had the choral repeated.”

“I am no believer in ghost-stories,” he added, “nor in the least superstitious; nevertheless, I can not help admitting that I have seen this: it is impossible for me ever to doubt or to deny that which I know I saw.”

“I don’t believe in ghost stories,” he added, “nor am I superstitious at all; however, I can’t help but admit that I’ve seen this: it’s impossible for me to ever doubt or deny what I know I saw.”


CHAPTER X.

THE FUTURE THAT AWAITS US.

In all ages of the world, and in all parts of it, mankind have earnestly desired to learn the fate that awaited them when they had “shuffled off this mortal coil;” and those pretending to be their instructors have built up different systems which have stood in the stead of knowledge, and more or less satisfied the bulk of the people. The interest on this subject is, at the present period, in the most highly civilized portions of the globe, less than it has been at any preceding one. The great proportion of us live for this world alone, and think very little of the next: we are in too great a hurry of pleasure or business to bestow any time on a subject of which we have such vague notions—notions so vague, that, in short, we can scarcely by any effort of the imagination bring the idea home to ourselves; and when we are about to die, we are seldom in a situation to do more than resign ourselves to what is inevitable, and blindly meet our fate; while, on the other hand, what is generally called the religious world is so engrossed by its struggles for power and money, or by its sectarian disputes and enmities, and so narrowed and circumscribed by dogmatic orthodoxies, that it has neither inclination nor liberty to turn back or look around, and endeavor to gather up from past records and present observation such hints as are now and again dropped in our path, to give us an intimation of what the truth may be. The rationalistic age, too, out of which we are only just emerging, and which succeeded one of gross superstition, having settled, beyond appeal, that there never was such a thing as a ghost—that the dead never do come back to tell us the secrets of their prison-house, and that nobody believes such idle tales but children and old women—seemed to have shut the door against the only channel through which any information could be sought. Revelation tells us very little on this subject—reason can tell us nothing; and if Nature is equally silent, or if we are to be deterred from questioning her from the fear of ridicule, there is certainly no resource left us but to rest contented in our ignorance, and each wait till the awful secret is disclosed to ourselves.

In every era and place, people have eagerly wanted to know what awaits them after they "shuffle off this mortal coil." Those who claim to provide answers have created various systems that have served as substitutes for true understanding, and they have somewhat satisfied most people. However, in today’s highly developed regions of the world, interest in this topic is lower than it has ever been. Most of us focus solely on this life and think little about the next. We rush through pleasure or work, leaving no time for a subject with such unclear ideas—ideas so unclear that, frankly, we can barely imagine them; and when we face death, we rarely find ourselves in a position to do more than accept what is inevitable and face our fate blindly. Meanwhile, what is commonly known as the religious world is so consumed by its power struggles over money or its sectarian conflicts and hostilities, and so limited by rigid dogmas, that it has neither the desire nor the freedom to look back or around, trying to piece together insights from history and current observations that might occasionally provide clues about what the truth could be. The rational age, from which we are just starting to emerge, and that followed a time of extreme superstition, has firmly established that ghosts don’t exist—that the dead don’t return to share secrets from beyond, and that only children and the elderly believe such nonsense—seemingly closing off the one avenue where any information could be sought. Revelation offers very little on this topic—reason offers nothing; and if Nature is equally quiet, or if we are discouraged from questioning her due to fear of mockery, then we are left with no choice but to be content in our ignorance, waiting for the terrifying truth to be revealed to each of us.

A great many things have been pronounced untrue and absurd, and even impossible, by the highest authorities of the age in which they lived, which have afterward, and indeed within a very short period, been found to be both possible and true. I confess myself, for one, to have no respect whatever for these dogmatic denials and affirmations, and I am quite of opinion that vulgar incredulity is a much more contemptible thing than vulgar credulity. We know very little of what is, and still less of what may be; and till a thing has been proved, by induction, logically impossible, we have no right whatever to pronounce that it is so. As I have said before, a priori conclusions are perfectly worthless; and the sort of investigation that is bestowed upon subjects of the class of which I am treating, something worse—inasmuch as they deceive the timid and the ignorant, and that very numerous class which pins its faith on authority and never ventures to think for itself, by an assumption of wisdom and knowledge, which, if examined and analyzed, would very frequently prove to be nothing more respectable than obstinate prejudice and rash assertion.

A lot of things have been declared false, ridiculous, and even impossible by the top authorities of their time, but later, often within a short while, those things turned out to be both possible and true. Personally, I have no respect for these dogmatic denials and affirmations, and I believe that common disbelief is much more contemptible than blind belief. We know very little about what is, and even less about what might be; and until something has been proven logically impossible through induction, we have no right to say it is so. As I mentioned before, based on theory conclusions are completely worthless; and the kind of investigation applied to subjects like the one I’m discussing is even worse—because it misleads the fearful and the ignorant, as well as the large group that relies on authority and never thinks for itself, with a false sense of wisdom and knowledge that, if examined closely, often turns out to be nothing more than stubborn prejudice and hasty claims.

For my own part, I repeat, I insist upon nothing. The opinions I have formed, from the evidence collected, may be quite erroneous; if so, as I seek only the truth, I shall be glad to be undeceived, and shall be quite ready to accept a better explanation of these facts, whenever it is offered to me: but it is in vain to tell me that this explanation is to be found in what is called imagination, or in a morbid state of the nerves, or an unusual excitement of the organs of color and form, or in imposture; or in all these together. The existence of all such sources of error and delusion I am far from denying, but I find instances that it is quite impossible to reduce under any one of those categories, as we at present understand them. The multiplicity of these instances, too—for, not to mention the large number that are never made known or carefully concealed, if I were to avail myself liberally of cases already recorded in various works, many of which I know, and many others I hear of as existing, but which I can not conveniently get access to, I might fill volumes (German literature abounds in them)—the number of the examples, I repeat, even on the supposition that they are not facts, would of itself form the subject of a very curious physiological or psychological inquiry. If so many people in respectable situations of life, and in apparently a normal state of health, are capable of either such gross impostures, or the subjects of such extraordinary spectral illusions, it would certainly be extremely satisfactory to learn something of the conditions that induce these phenomena in such abundance; and all I expect from my book at present is, to induce a suspicion that we are not quite so wise as we think ourselves; and that it might be worth while to inquire a little seriously into reports, which may perchance turn out to have a deeper interest for us than all those various questions, public and private, put together, with which we are daily agitating ourselves.

For my part, I want to say that I’m not insisting on anything. The opinions I’ve formed from the evidence I’ve gathered might be completely wrong; if so, since I’m only looking for the truth, I’d be happy to be corrected and ready to accept a better explanation for these facts whenever it’s presented to me. But it’s pointless to tell me that this explanation lies in what’s called imagination, or in a nervous condition, or an unusual reaction of the senses, or in deceit; or in all those combined. I definitely acknowledge that these sources of error and delusion exist, but I find examples that simply can’t be categorized within any of those frameworks, as we currently understand them. Furthermore, the number of these examples—considering the many that are never revealed or carefully hidden; if I were to broadly use cases already noted in various texts, many of which I know and others I’ve heard about but can’t easily access, I could fill volumes (German literature has plenty of them)—the sheer number of examples, I repeat, even if we assume they aren’t facts, would make for an intriguing physiological or psychological inquiry. If so many people in respectable positions in life, who appear to be in normal health, can either commit such blatant deceit or experience extraordinary visual illusions, it would definitely be quite enlightening to understand the conditions that lead to these phenomena so frequently. All I hope for from my book at this point is to suggest that we’re not as wise as we think we are, and that it might be worthwhile to take a more serious look into reports that might turn out to be of greater interest to us than all those various public and private concerns we engage with daily.

I have alluded, in an earlier part of this work, to the belief entertained by the ancients that the souls of men, on being disengaged from the bodies, passed into a middle state, called Hades, in which their portions seemed to be neither that of complete happiness nor of insupportable misery. They retained their personality, their human form, their memory of the past, and their interest in those that had been dear to them on earth. Communications were occasionally made by the dead to the living: they mourned over their duties neglected and their errors committed; many of their mortal feelings, passions, and propensities, seemed to survive; and they sometimes sought to repair, through the instrumentality of the living, the injuries they had formerly inflicted. In short, death was merely a transition from one condition of life to another; but in this latter state, although we do not see them condemned to undergo any torments, we perceive that they are not happy. There are, indeed, compartments in this dark region: there is Tartarus for the wicked, and the Elysian fields for the good, but they are comparatively thinly peopled. It is in the mid-region that these pale shades abound, consistently with the fact that here on earth, moral as well as intellectual mediocrity is the rule, and extremes of good or evil the exceptions.

I mentioned earlier in this work that the ancients believed that when people died, their souls entered a state known as Hades. In this state, they experienced neither complete happiness nor unbearable misery. They kept their identity, their human appearance, their memories of the past, and their attachment to those they loved while alive. Occasionally, the dead would communicate with the living, expressing sorrow for their neglected responsibilities and past mistakes. Many of their human emotions, passions, and desires seemed to persist, and they sometimes attempted to make amends for the harm they had caused while alive. In short, death was just a shift from one phase of life to another; however, even in this new phase, while we don’t see them suffering any tortures, it’s clear they aren’t happy. There are, in fact, different areas in this dark realm: Tartarus is for the wicked, and the Elysian fields are for the good, but both are relatively sparsely populated. It is in the middle region that these faint spirits are abundant, reflecting the reality that here on earth, mediocrity—both moral and intellectual—is the norm, while extremes of good or evil are rare.

With regard to the opinion entertained of a future state by the Hebrews, the Old Testament gives us very little information; but what glimpses we do obtain of it appear to exhibit notions analogous to those of the heathen nations, inasmuch as that the personality and the form seem to be retained, and the possibility of these departed spirits revisiting the earth and holding commune with the living is admitted. The request of the rich man, also, that Lazarus might be sent to warn his brethren, yet alive, of his own miserable condition, testifies to the existence of these opinions; and it is worthy of remark that the favor is denied, not because its performance is impossible, but because the mission would be unavailing—a prediction which, it appears to me, time has singularly justified.

Regarding the Hebrew perspective on an afterlife, the Old Testament provides limited information. However, the insights we do get seem to reflect ideas similar to those of surrounding pagan cultures, as they suggest that individual identities and forms are retained, and that departed souls can return to Earth to interact with the living. The rich man's request for Lazarus to be sent back to warn his living brothers about his dire situation indicates the belief in such ideas. It's also noteworthy that this favor is denied not because it can't be done, but because it wouldn't be effective—a prediction that, it seems to me, has been notably proven correct over time.

Altogether, the notion that in the state entered upon after we leave this world, the personality and form are retained, that these shades sometimes revisit the earth, and that the memory of the past still survives, seems to be universal; for it is found to exist among all people, savage and civilized: and if not founded on observation and experience, it becomes difficult to account for such unanimity on a subject which I think, speculatively considered, would not have been productive of such results; and one proof of this is, that those who reject such testimony and tradition as we have in regard to it, and rely only on their own understandings, appear to be pretty uniformly led to form opposite conclusions. They can not discern the mode of such a phenomenon; it is open to all sorts of scientific objections, and the cui bono sticks in their teeth.

Overall, the idea that in the state we enter after leaving this world, our personality and form are preserved, that these spirits sometimes return to Earth, and that the memories of the past still exist, seems to be a universal belief; it's found among all people, both primitive and advanced. If this belief isn't based on observation and experience, it’s hard to explain why so many people agree on a topic that, when thought about speculatively, shouldn’t lead to such consensus. One piece of evidence for this is that those who dismiss the accounts and traditions we have about it, relying only on their own reasoning, tend to reach quite different conclusions. They struggle to understand how such a phenomenon can occur; it faces all kinds of scientific challenges, and the question of "what's in it for them?" just doesn't sit well with them.

This position being admitted, as I think it must be, we have but one resource left, whereby to account for the universality of this persuasion—which is, that in all periods and places, both mankind and womankind, as well in health as in sickness, have been liable to a series of spectral illusions of a most extraordinary and complicated nature, and bearing such a remarkable similarity to each other in regard to the objects supposed to be seen or heard, that they have been universally led to the same erroneous interpretation of the phenomenon. It is manifestly not impossible that this may be the case; and if it be so, it becomes the business of physiologists to inquire into the matter, and give us some account of it. In the meantime, we may be permitted to take the other view of the question, and examine what probabilities seem to be in its favor.

If we accept this position, which I believe we must, we have only one explanation left for why this belief is so widespread. That explanation is that throughout history and in all cultures, both men and women, whether healthy or sick, have experienced a series of extraordinary and complex visual and auditory illusions. These experiences share such a striking similarity regarding the objects they perceive that people have universally come to the same mistaken conclusions about what they witnessed. It's clearly not impossible that this could be true; if it is, then it falls to physiologists to investigate this phenomenon and provide us with an explanation. In the meantime, we can explore the alternative perspective and consider the evidence that supports it.

When the body is about to die, that which can not die, and which, to spare words, I will call the soul, departs from it—whither? We do not know: but, in the first place, we have no reason to believe that the space destined for its habitation is far removed from the earth, since, knowing nothing about it, we are equally entitled to suppose the contrary; and, in the next, that which we call distance is a condition that merely regards material objects, and of which a spirit is quite independent, just as our thoughts are, which can travel from here to China, and back again, in a second of time.

When the body is about to die, what can't die, which I'll just call the spirit, leaves it—where does it go? We don’t know. However, first of all, we have no reason to think that the place it goes to is far from the earth, since we know nothing about it and we can just as easily assume the opposite. Also, what we refer to as distance only applies to physical objects, and doesn’t apply to a spirit, just like our thoughts, which can travel to China and back in a split second.

Well, then, supposing this being to exist somewhere—and it is not unreasonable to suppose that the souls of the inhabitants of each planet continue to hover within the sphere of that planet, to which, for anything we can tell, they may be attached by a magnetic attraction—supposing it to find itself in space, free of the body, endowed with the memory of the past, and consequently with a consciousness of its own deserts, able to perceive that which we do not ordinarily perceive, namely, those who have passed into a similar state with itself—will it not naturally seek its place among those spirits which most resemble itself, and with whom, therefore, it must have the most affinity? On earth, the good seek the good, and the wicked the wicked: and the axiom that “like associates with like,” we can not doubt will be as true hereafter as now. “In my Father’s house there are many mansions,” and our intuitive sense of what is fit and just must needs assure us that this is so. There are too many degrees of moral worth and of moral unworth among mankind, to permit of our supposing that justice could be satisfied by an abrupt division into two opposite classes. On the contrary, there must be infinite shades of desert; and, as we must consider that that which a spirit enters into on leaving the body is not so much a place as a condition, so there must be as many degrees of happiness or suffering as there are individuals, each carrying with him his own heaven or hell. For it is a vulgar notion to imagine that heaven and hell are places; they are states; and it is in ourselves we must look for both. When we leave the body, we carry them with us: “As the tree falls, so it shall lie.” The soul which here has wallowed in wickedness or been sunk in sensuality, will not be suddenly purified by the death of the body: its moral condition remains what its earthly sojourn has trained it to, but its means of indulging its propensities are lost. If it has had no godly aspirations here, it will not be drawn to God there; and if it has so bound itself to the body that it has known no happiness but that to which the body ministered, it will be incapable of happiness when deprived of that enjoyment. Here we see at once what a variety of conditions must necessarily ensue—how many comparatively negative states there must be between those of positive happiness or positive misery!

Well, let’s assume this being exists somewhere—and it’s not unreasonable to think that the souls of the inhabitants of each planet linger within the sphere of that planet, possibly connected by some magnetic force. If this being finds itself in space, free from the body, with a memory of the past and a sense of its own worth, able to perceive things we usually can’t see, like others in a similar state—won’t it naturally seek out spirits most like itself, with whom it has the most in common? On Earth, the good seek out the good, and the wicked seek out the wicked: the idea that “like attracts like” will likely hold true in the future as it does now. “In my Father’s house there are many mansions,” and our instinct about what is right and just assures us of this. There are too many levels of moral value and worthlessness among people to think that justice would be satisfied with a simple split into two opposing groups. Instead, there must be countless shades of worth; and since what a spirit enters into after leaving the body is more a condition than a location, there must be as many levels of happiness or suffering as there are individuals, each bringing their own heaven or hell. It’s a common misconception to believe that heaven and hell are locations; they are states, and we must look within ourselves for both. When we leave the body, we take them with us: “As the tree falls, so it shall lie.” A soul that has lived in wickedness or given in to sensuality won’t suddenly be purified by death; its moral state remains shaped by its earthly existence, but it loses the means to indulge its desires. If it hasn’t had any spiritual ambitions here, it won’t feel drawn to God there; and if it has tied itself so closely to the body that it’s known happiness only through physical means, then it will be unable to find happiness when deprived of those pleasures. Here we see how various conditions must inevitably arise—how many relatively neutral states must exist between those of genuine happiness and genuine misery!

We may thus conceive how a soul, on entering upon this new condition, must find its own place or state; if its thoughts and aspirations here have been heavenward, and its pursuits noble, its conditions will be heavenly. The contemplation of God’s works, seen not as by our mortal eyes, but in their beauty and their truth and ever-glowing sentiments of love and gratitude—and, for aught we know, good offices to souls in need—would constitute a suitable heaven or happiness for such a being; an incapacity for such pleasures, and the absence of all others, would constitute a negative state, in which the chief suffering would consist in mournful regrets and a vague longing for something better, which the untrained soul, that never lifted itself from the earth, knows not how to seek; while malignant passions and unquenchable desires would constitute the appropriate hell of the wicked; for we must remember, that although a spirit is independent of those physical laws which are the conditions of matter, the moral law, which is indestructible, belongs peculiarly to it—that is, to the spirit—and is inseparable from it.

We can understand how a soul, when entering this new state, must find its own place. If its thoughts and aspirations here have been upward and its pursuits noble, its conditions will be heavenly. The reflection on God’s works, seen not through our mortal eyes but in their beauty, truth, and ever-present feelings of love and gratitude—and possibly even acts of kindness toward souls in need—would create a fitting heaven or happiness for such a being. A lack of such pleasures, along with the absence of all others, would create a negative state, where the main suffering comes from deep regrets and a vague longing for something better, which an untrained soul, never having lifted itself from the earth, doesn’t know how to seek. Meanwhile, destructive passions and insatiable desires would create the suitable hell for the wicked. We must remember that while a spirit is free from the physical laws governing matter, the moral law, which is indestructible, is unique to it—that is, to the spirit—and is inseparable from it.

We must next remember, that this earthly body we inhabit is more or less a mask, by means of which we conceal from each other those thoughts which, if constantly exposed, would unfit us for living in community; but when we die, this mask falls away, and the truth shows nakedly: there is no more disguise; we appear as we are—spirits of light, or spirits of darkness;—and there can be no difficulty, I should think, in conceiving this, since we know that even our present opaque and comparatively inflexible features, in spite of all efforts to the contrary, will be the index of the mind; and that the expression of the face is gradually moulded to the fashion of the thoughts. How much more must this be the case with the fluent and diaphanous body which we expect is to succeed the fleshly one!

We should remember that the physical bodies we live in are basically masks that hide our true thoughts from each other. If those thoughts were constantly revealed, it would make it hard for us to live together. But when we die, that mask disappears, and the truth is fully exposed: there’s no more hiding; we show ourselves as we really are—either as beings of light or beings of darkness. It’s not hard to imagine this, since we know that even our current, somewhat rigid features, despite our best efforts, reflect our minds. The expression on our faces is shaped by our thoughts. So, it must be even more true for the fluid and transparent body that we believe will replace the physical one!

Thus, I think, we have arrived at forming some conception of the state that awaits us hereafter: the indestructible moral law fixes our place or condition; affinity governs our associations; and the mask under which we conceal ourselves having fallen away, we appear to each other as we are;—and I must here observe, that in this last circumstance must be comprised one very important element of happiness or misery; for the love of the pure spirits for each other will be for ever excited, by simply beholding that beauty and brightness which will be the inalienable expression of their goodness;—while the reverse will be the case with the spirits of darkness; for no one loves wickedness, in either themselves or others, however we may practise it. We must also understand, that the words “dark” and “light”—which, in this world of appearance, we use metaphorically to express good and evil—must be understood literally when speaking of that other world where everything will be seen as it is. Goodness is truth, and truth is light—and wickedness is falsehood, and falsehood is darkness; and so it will be seen to be. Those who have not the light of truth to guide them, will wander darkly through this valley of the shadow of death; those in whom the light of goodness shines will dwell in the light, which is inherent in themselves. The former will be in the kingdom of darkness—the latter in the kingdom of light. All the records existing of the blessed spirits that have appeared, ancient or modern, exhibit them as robed in light, while their anger or sorrow is symbolized by their darkness. Now, there appears to me nothing incomprehensible in this view of the future; on the contrary, it is the only one which I ever found myself capable of conceiving or reconciling with the justice and mercy of our Creator. He does not punish us—we punish ourselves: we have built up a heaven or a hell to our own liking, and we carry it with us. The fire that for ever burns without consuming, is the fiery evil in which we have chosen our part; and the heaven in which we shall dwell, will be the heavenly peace which will dwell in us. We are our own judges and our own chastisers. And here I must say a few words on the subject of that apparently (to us) preternatural memory which is developed under certain circumstances, and to which I alluded in a former chapter. Every one will have heard that persons who have been drowned and recovered, have had—in what would have been their last moments, if no means had been used to revive them—a strange vision of the past, in which their whole life seemed to float before them in review; and I have heard of the same phenomenon taking place, in moments of impending death, in other forms. Now, as it is not during the struggle for life, but immediately before insensibility ensues, that this vision occurs, it must be the act of a moment; and this renders incomprehensible to us what is said by the seeress of Prevorst, and other somnambules of the highest order, namely, that the instant the soul is freed from the body, it sees its whole earthly career in a single sign: it knows that it is good or evil, and pronounces its own sentence. The extraordinary memory occasionally exhibited in sickness, where the link between the soul and the body is probably loosened, shows us an adumbration of this faculty.

Thus, I think we've reached a point where we can form some understanding of the state that awaits us in the future: the unbreakable moral law determines our place or condition; connections influence our relationships; and with the mask we use to hide ourselves removed, we see each other as we truly are;—and I must point out that this last aspect contains a crucial element of happiness or suffering; for the love of pure spirits for one another will be forever ignited by simply witnessing that beauty and brightness that will reflect their goodness;—while the opposite will occur with the spirits of darkness; for no one truly loves wickedness, in themselves or others, regardless of how we may act on it. We also need to recognize that the terms “dark” and “light”—which we use metaphorically in this world to express good and evil—must be taken literally when discussing that other world where everything will be seen as it is. Goodness is truth, and truth is light—and wickedness is falsehood, and falsehood is darkness; and that is how it will be perceived. Those without the light of truth to guide them will wander aimlessly through this valley of the shadow of death; those who have the light of goodness shining within them will dwell in that light inherent to themselves. The former will reside in the realm of darkness—the latter in the realm of light. All accounts of the blessed spirits that have appeared, whether ancient or modern, portray them as clothed in light, while their anger or sorrow is represented by their darkness. To me, there's nothing incomprehensible about this view of the future; in fact, it is the only perspective I've ever been able to conceive or reconcile with the justice and mercy of our Creator. He does not punish us—we punish ourselves: we have constructed a heaven or hell of our own making, and we carry it with us. The fire that burns eternally without consuming is the fiery evil we've chosen to embrace; and the heaven we will inhabit will be the peaceful state we cultivate within ourselves. We are our own judges and our own punishers. And here, I need to say a few words about that seemingly (to us) supernatural memory that develops under certain circumstances, which I mentioned in a previous chapter. Everyone has likely heard that people who have drowned and been revived experience a strange vision of the past in what would have been their last moments if no efforts had been made to save them, where their entire life seems to pass in review; and I’ve heard of similar phenomena occurring in other forms of near-death situations. Now, since this vision does not occur during the struggle for life but just before losing consciousness, it must only take a moment; and this makes incomprehensible what the seeress of Prevorst and other high-order somnambules have stated, namely, that the moment the soul is released from the body, it sees its entire earthly journey in a single glance: it knows whether it is good or evil and determines its own fate. The remarkable memory sometimes displayed during illness, when the bond between the soul and body is likely loosened, gives us a glimpse of this ability.

But this self-pronounced sentence we are led to hope is not final; nor does it seem consistent with the love and mercy of God that it should be so. There must be few, indeed, who leave this earth fit for heaven; for, although the immediate frame of mind in which dissolution takes place is probably very important, it is surely a pernicious error, encouraged by jail chaplains and philanthropists, that a late repentance and a few parting prayers can purify a soul sullied by years of wickedness. Would we at once receive such a one into our intimate communion and love? Should we not require time for the stains of vice to be washed away and habits of virtue to be formed? Assuredly we should! And how can we imagine that the purity of heaven is to be sullied by that approximation which the purity of earth would forbid? It would be cruel to say, and irrational to think, that this late repentance is of no avail; it is doubtless so far of avail, that the straining upward and the heavenly aspirations of the parting soul are carried with it, so that when it is free, instead of choosing the darkness it will flee to as much light as is in itself, and be ready, through the mercy of God and the ministering of brighter spirits, to receive more. But in this case, as also in the innumerable instances of those who die in what may be called a negative state, the advance must be progressive; though, wherever the desire exists, I must believe that this advance is possible. If not, wherefore did Christ, after being “put to death in the flesh,” go and “preach to the spirits in prison”? It would have been a mockery to preach salvation to those who had no hope; nor would they, having no hope, have listened to the preacher.

But this self-declared judgment, we hope, is not final; nor does it seem consistent with the love and mercy of God for it to be so. There are probably very few people who leave this world ready for heaven; for although the state of mind in which one passes away is likely very important, it’s clearly a harmful belief, encouraged by prison chaplains and philanthropists, that a last-minute repentance and a few parting prayers can cleanse a soul stained by years of wrongdoing. Would we immediately welcome such a person into our close friendship and love? Shouldn’t we allow time for the marks of vice to be wiped away and habits of virtue to be developed? Absolutely we should! And how can we think that the purity of heaven should be tainted by what the purity of earth would not allow? It would be cruel to claim, and illogical to consider, that this late repentance is of no use; it certainly is useful to the extent that the upward striving and heavenly hopes of the departing soul accompany it, so that when it is free, instead of choosing darkness, it will seek out as much light as it possesses and be prepared, through God’s mercy and the help of brighter spirits, to receive more. But in this case, as in countless instances of those who die in what could be called a negative state, progress must be gradual; yet, wherever the desire exists, I must believe this progress is possible. If not, why did Christ, after being “put to death in the flesh,” go and “preach to the spirits in prison”? It would have been a mockery to preach salvation to those who had no hope; nor would they, with no hope, have paid attention to the preacher.

I think these views are at once cheering, encouraging, and beautiful; and I can not but believe, that were they more generally entertained and more intimately conceived, they would be very beneficial in their effects. As I have said before, the extremely vague notions people have of a future life prevent the possibility of its exercising any great influence upon the present. The picture, on one side, is too revolting and inconsistent with our ideas of Divine goodness to be deliberately accepted; while, with regard to the other, our feelings somewhat resemble those of a little girl I once knew, who, being told by her mother what was to be the reward of goodness if she were so happy as to reach heaven, put her finger in her eye and began to cry, exclaiming, “Oh, mamma, how tired I shall be singing!”

I think these views are uplifting, motivating, and beautiful; and I truly believe that if they were more widely embraced and understood, they would have a very positive impact. As I mentioned before, the unclear ideas people have about an afterlife prevent it from significantly influencing the present. On one hand, the image is too disturbing and contradictory to our understanding of Divine goodness to be fully accepted; on the other hand, our feelings are somewhat similar to those of a little girl I once knew, who, when her mother told her about the rewards for being good in heaven, put her finger in her eye and started to cry, saying, “Oh, Mom, how tired I’m going to be singing!”

The question which will now naturally arise, and which I am bound to answer, is, how have these views been formed? and what is the authority for them? And the answer I have to make will startle many minds when I say, that they have been gathered from two sources; first and chiefly from the state in which those spirits appear to be, and sometimes avow themselves to be, who, after quitting the earth, return to it and make themselves visible to the living; and, secondly, from the revelations of numerous somnambules of the highest order, which entirely conform in all cases, not only with the revelations of the dead, but with each other. I do not mean to imply, when I say this, that I consider the question finally settled as to whether somnambules are really clear-seers or only visionaries; nor that I have by any means established the fact that the dead do sometimes actually return; but I am obliged to beg the question for the moment, since, whether these sources be pure or impure, it is from them the information has been collected. It is true that these views are extremely conformable with those entertained by Plato and his school of philosophers, and also with those of the mystics of a later age; but the latter certainly, and the former probably, built up their systems on the same foundation; and I am very far from using the term mystics in the opprobrious, or at least contemptuous, tone in which it has of late years been uttered in this country; for, although abounding in errors, as regarded the concrete, and although their want of an inductive methodology led them constantly astray in the region of the real, they were sublime teachers in that of the ideal; and they seem to have been endowed with a wonderful insight into this veiled department of our nature.

The question that naturally comes up, and that I must address, is how these views were formed and what their basis is. Many will be surprised when I say that they come from two main sources: firstly, from the condition in which spirits seem to be and sometimes claim to be after leaving Earth when they return and make themselves seen to the living; and secondly, from the insights of many high-level somnambules, which are consistent not only with the revelations from the deceased but also with one another. I don't mean to imply that I've definitively settled whether somnambules are truly clairvoyant or just dreamers; nor do I claim to have proven that the dead occasionally return. However, I must put that question aside for now since, regardless of whether these sources are credible or not, that is where the information has been gathered. It's true that these views align closely with those of Plato and his philosophical followers, as well as with those of later mystics; but both groups, particularly the mystics, probably built their theories on the same foundational ideas. I want to clarify that I'm not using the term spiritual seekers in the derogatory way that it has been used in recent years in this country. Although they had plenty of errors when it came to concrete matters and their lack of an inductive approach often led them astray in the realm of the tangible, they were truly great teachers in the realm of the ideal, showing a remarkable understanding of this hidden aspect of our nature.

It may be here objected, that we only admire their insight, because, being in entire ignorance of the subject of it, we accept raving for revelation; and that no weight can be attached to the conformity of later disclosures with theirs, since they have no doubt been founded upon them. As to the ignorance, it is admitted; and, simply looking at their views, as they stand, they have nothing to support them but their sublimity and consistency; but, as regards the value of the evidence afforded by conformity, it rests on very different grounds; for the reporters from whom we collect our intelligence are, with very few exceptions, those of whom we may safely predicate, that they were wholly unacquainted with the systems promulgated by the Platonic philosophers, or the mystics either, nor, in most instances, had ever heard of their names; for, as regards that peculiar somnambulic state which is here referred to, the subjects of it appear to be generally very young people of either sex, and chiefly girls; and, as regards ghost-seeing, although this phenomenon seems to have no connection with the age of the seer, yet it is not usually from the learned or the cultivated that we collect our cases, inasmuch as the apprehension of ridicule on the one hand, and the fast hold the doctrine of spectral illusions has taken of them on the other, prevent their believing in their own senses, or producing any evidence they might have to furnish.

It might be argued that we only admire their insight because, being completely unaware of the subject, we confuse wild claims for genuine revelations. Additionally, we might say that the alignment of later findings with theirs doesn't mean much since those later insights were likely based on their ideas. Regarding our ignorance, that’s true; and if we simply consider their views as they are, they lack support apart from their grandeur and consistency. However, the value of the evidence from this alignment is based on different reasons. Most of the sources from which we gather information, with very few exceptions, are likely unaware of the systems proposed by the Platonic philosophers or mystics, and in many cases, they probably haven’t even heard their names. In terms of the specific altered state being discussed, the individuals experiencing it tend to be young people of either sex, mostly girls. And while the phenomenon of seeing ghosts doesn’t seem to depend on the age of the observer, we don’t usually get our cases from the educated or cultured, since the fear of being ridiculed and their strong belief in the idea of spectral illusions prevent them from trusting their own senses or sharing any evidence they might have.

And here will be offered another subtle objection, namely, that the testimony of such witnesses as I have above described is perfectly worthless; but this I deny. The somnambulic states I allude to, are such as have been developed, not artificially, but naturally; and often, under very extraordinary nervous diseases, accompanied with catalepsy, and various symptoms far beyond feigning. Such cases are rare, and, in this country, seem to have been very little observed, for doubtless they must occur, and when they do occur they are very carefully concealed by the families of the patient, and not followed up or investigated as a psychological phenomenon by the physician; for it is to be observed that, without questioning, no revelations are made; they are not, as far as I know, ever spontaneous. I have heard of two such cases in this country, both occurring in the higher classes, and both patients being young ladies; but, although surprising phenomena were exhibited, interrogation was not permitted, and the particulars were never allowed to transpire.

And here’s another subtle objection: that the testimony of the witnesses I've mentioned is completely worthless. I disagree. The states of consciousness I'm referring to are not artificially induced but occur naturally, often alongside very unusual nervous conditions, including catalepsy and various symptoms that go far beyond mere faking. These cases are rare, and in this country, they seem to be hardly noticed; they undoubtedly happen, but when they do, families tend to hide them and physicians don’t investigate them as psychological phenomena. It’s important to note that without questioning, no insights are revealed; as far as I know, these occurrences are never spontaneous. I’ve heard of two such cases in this country, both involving young ladies from the upper class, and while remarkable phenomena were observed, no questioning was allowed, and the details were never disclosed.

No doubt there are examples of error and examples of imposture, so there are in everything where room is to be found for them; and I am quite aware of the propensity of hysterical patients to deceive, but it is for the judicious observers to examine the genuineness of each particular instance; and it is perfectly certain and well established by the German physiologists and psychologists, who have carefully studied the subject, that there are many above all suspicion. Provided, then, that the case be genuine, it remains to be determined how much value is to be attached to the revelations, for they may be quite honestly delivered, and yet be utterly worthless—the mere ravings of a disordered brain; and it is here that conformity becomes important, for I can not admit the objection that the simple circumstance of the patients being diseased invalidates their evidence so entirely as to annul even the value of their unanimity, because, although it is not logically impossible that a certain state of nervous derangement should occasion all somnambules, of the class in question, to make similar answers, when interrogated regarding a subject of which, in their normal condition, they know nothing, and on which they have never reflected, and that these answers should be not only consistent, but disclosing far more elevated views than are evolved by minds of a very superior order which have reflected on it very deeply—I say, although this is not logically impossible, it will assuredly be found, by most persons, an hypothesis of much more difficult acceptance than the one I propose; namely, that whatever be the cause of the effect, these patients are in a state of clear-seeing, wherein they have “more than mortal knowledge;” that is, more knowledge than mortals possess in their normal condition: and it must not be forgotten, that we have some facts confessed by all experienced physicians and physiologists, even in this country, proving that there are states of disease in which preternatural faculties have been developed, such as no theory has yet satisfactorily accounted for.

No doubt there are examples of mistakes and instances of deceit, just like in everything else where there’s room for them. I understand that hysterical patients sometimes mislead, but it’s up to thoughtful observers to assess the authenticity of each case; and it’s clearly established by German physiologists and psychologists, who have studied this topic closely, that there are many cases that are above suspicion. So, if the case is genuine, we still need to figure out how much value to place on the revelations, as they might be honestly expressed yet completely without merit—the mere ramblings of a disturbed mind. This is where consistency becomes important because I can’t accept the argument that the mere fact of patients being unwell entirely undermines their evidence enough to disregard even the value of their agreement. While it’s not logically impossible that a certain state of nervous disturbance could lead all somnambules of this type to give similar answers when asked about something they have no knowledge of in their normal state and on which they’ve never thought, and that these answers might not only be consistent but reveal insights that surpass those of very enlightened minds that have deeply considered the matter—I say, although this isn’t logically impossible, many people will likely find it a much harder theory to accept than the one I propose: that, whatever the cause of the effect, these patients are in a state of clear perception where they have “more than mortal knowledge;” that is, more knowledge than we typically have in our normal state. And we should remember that there are facts acknowledged by all experienced doctors and physiologists, even in this country, showing that there are states of illness in which extraordinary abilities have been revealed, which no theory has yet satisfactorily explained.

But Dr. Passavent, who has written a very philosophical work on the subject of vital magnetism and clear-seeing, asserts, that it is an error to imagine that the ecstatic condition is merely the product of disease. He says, that it has sometimes exhibited itself in persons of very vigorous constitutions, instancing Joan of Arc, a woman, whom historians have little understood, and whose memory Voltaire’s detestable poem has ridiculed and degraded, but who was, nevertheless, a great psychological phenomenon.

But Dr. Passavent, who has written a very philosophical work on the subject of vital magnetism and clairvoyance, argues that it's a mistake to think that the ecstatic state is just a result of illness. He points out that it has sometimes appeared in people with very strong constitutions, citing Joan of Arc as an example—a woman whom historians have often misunderstood, and whose memory has been mocked and belittled by Voltaire's terrible poem, yet who was, nonetheless, a significant psychological phenomenon.

The circumstance, too, that phenomena of this kind are more frequently developed in women than in men, and that they are merely the consequence of her greater nervous irritability, has been made another objection to them—an objection, however, which Dr. Passavent considers founded on ignorance of the essential difference between the sexes, which is not merely a physical but a psychological one. Man is more productive than receptive. In a state of perfectibility, both attributes would be equally developed in him; but in this terrestrial life, only imperfect phases of the entire sum of the soul’s faculties are so. Mankind are but children, male or female, young or old; of man, in his totality, we have but faint adumbrations, here and there.

The fact that these kinds of phenomena occur more often in women than in men, and that it's just the result of her greater nervous sensitivity, has been used as another argument against them. However, Dr. Passavent believes this view comes from a misunderstanding of the fundamental differences between the sexes, which go beyond just physical differences to include psychological ones. Men tend to be more productive than receptive. In a state of perfection, both qualities would be equally developed in him, but in this earthly life, we only see imperfect versions of the soul’s full capabilities. Humanity is essentially childlike, whether male or female, young or old; we have only vague hints of the totality of man scattered here and there.

Thus the ecstatic woman will be more frequently a seer, instinctive and intuitive; man, a doer and a worker; and as all genius is a degree of ecstasy or clear-seeing, we perceive the reason wherefore in man it is more productive than in woman, and that our greatest poets and artists, in all kinds, are of the former sex, and even the most remarkable women produce but little in science or art; while on the other hand, the feminine instinct, and tact, and intuitive seeing of truth, are frequently more sure than the ripe and deliberate judgment of man; and it is hence that solitude and such conditions as develop the passive or receptive at the expense of the active, tend to produce this state, and to assimilate the man more to the nature of the woman; while in her they intensify these distinguishing characteristics; and this is also the reason that simple and child-like people and races are the most frequent subjects of these phenomena.

So, the enthusiastic woman is often more of a seer, instinctive and intuitive; whereas man is more of a doer and a worker. Since all genius is a form of ecstasy or clear-seeing, we can see why it tends to be more productive in men than in women. Most of our greatest poets and artists are men, and even the most remarkable women contribute less to science or art. On the flip side, feminine instinct, intuition, and ability to perceive truth can often be more accurate than the mature and considered judgment of men. This is why solitude and conditions that enhance the passive or receptive traits while diminishing the active can lead to a state where men become more aligned with women's nature, while in women, these distinct characteristics are intensified. It's also why simple and child-like individuals and cultures are often the most common subjects of these phenomena.

It is only necessary to read Mozart’s account of his own moments of inspiration, to comprehend not only the similarity, but the positive identity, of the ecstatic state with the state of genius in activity. “When all goes well with me,” he says—“when I am in a carriage, or walking, or when I can not sleep at night, the thoughts come streaming in upon me most fluently: whence, or how, is more than I can tell. What comes, I hum to myself as it proceeds. Then follow the counterpoint and the clang of the different instruments; and, if I am not disturbed, my soul is fixed, and the thing grows greater, and broader, and clearer; and I have it all in my head, even when the piece is a long one; and I see it like a beautiful picture—not hearing the different parts in succession as they must be played, but the whole at once. That is the delight! The composing and the making is like a beautiful and vivid dream; but this hearing of it is the best of all.”

It’s enough to read Mozart’s account of his own moments of inspiration to understand not just the similarities but the complete connection between the ecstatic state and the state of genius in action. “When everything is going well for me,” he says—“when I’m in a carriage, walking, or unable to sleep at night, the thoughts come rushing in so easily: where they come from or how is beyond me. What comes, I hum to myself as it develops. Then the counterpoint and the sounds of the different instruments follow; and if I’m not interrupted, my mind is focused, and the idea expands, broadens, and becomes clearer; and I have it all in my head, even when the piece is long; and I see it like a beautiful picture—not hearing the different parts one after another as they should be played but experiencing the whole at once. That’s the joy! The creation and the crafting feel like a beautiful and vivid dream; but this experience of hearing it is the best part of all.”

What is this but clear-seeing, backward and forward, the past and the future? The one faculty is not a whit more surprising and incomprehensible than the other, to those who possess neither; only we see the material product of one, and therefore believe in it. But, as Passavent justly observes, these coruscations belong not to genius exclusively—they are latent in all men. In the highly-gifted this divine spark becomes a flame to light the world withal; but even in the coarsest and least-developed organizations, it may and does momentarily break forth. The germ of the highest spiritual life is in the rudest, according to its degree, as well as in the highest form of man we have yet seen;—he is but a more imperfect type of the race, in whom this spiritual germ has not unfolded itself.

What is this if not a clear understanding of both the past and the future? One ability is no more surprising or hard to grasp than the other for those who don’t have either; we only notice the tangible results of one and thus believe in it. But, as Passavent rightly points out, these flashes of insight don’t belong only to geniuses—they are present in everyone. In highly gifted individuals, this divine spark becomes a flame that lights up the world; however, even in the roughest and least developed people, it can and does occasionally emerge. The potential for the highest spiritual life exists in the most primitive beings, just as it does in the most evolved humans we’ve encountered; they are merely a less refined version of the species, in whom this spiritual potential hasn’t yet developed.

Then, with respect to our second source of information, I am quite aware that it is equally difficult to establish its validity; but there are a few arguments in our favor here, too. In the first place, as Dr. Johnson says, though all reason is against us, all tradition is for us; and this conformity of tradition is surely of some weight, since I think it would be difficult to find any parallel instance of a universal tradition that was entirely without a foundation in truth; for with respect to witchcraft, the belief in which is equally universal, we now know that the phenomena were generally facts, although the interpretations put upon them were fables. It may certainly be objected that this universal belief in ghosts only arises from the universal prevalence of spectral illusions; but if so, as I have before observed, these spectral illusions become a subject of very curious inquiry; for, in the first place, they frequently occur under circumstances the least likely to induce them, and to people whom we should least expect to find the victims of them; and, in the second, there is a most remarkable conformity here, too, not only between the individual cases occurring among all classes of persons, who had never exhibited the slightest tendency to nervous derangement or somnambulism, but also between these and the revelations of the somnambules. In short, it seems to me that life is reduced to a mere phantasmagoria, if spectral illusions are so prevalent, so complicated in their nature, and so delusive as they must be if all the instances of ghost-seeing that come before us are to be referred to that theory. How numerous these are, I confess myself not to have had the least idea, till my attention was directed to the inquiry; and that these instances have been equally frequent in all periods and places we can not doubt, from the variety of persons that have given in their adhesion, or at least that have admitted, as Addison did, that he could not refuse the universal testimony in favor of the reappearance of the dead, strengthened by that of many credible persons with whom he was acquainted. Indeed, the testimony in favor of the facts has been at all periods too strong to be wholly rejected; so that even the materialists, like Lucretius and the elder Pliny, find themselves obliged to acknowledge them; while, on the other hand, the extravagant admissions that are demanded of us by those who endeavor to explain them away, prove that their disbelief rests on no more solid foundation than their own prejudices. I acknowledge all the difficulty of establishing the facts—such difficulties as indeed encompass few other branches of inquiry; but I maintain that the position of the opponents is still worse, although, by their high tone and contemptuous laugh, they assume to have taken up one that, being fortified by reason, is quite impregnable, forgetting that the wisdom of man is pre-eminently “foolishness before God,” when it wanders into this region of unknown things;—forgetting, also, that they are just serving this branch of inquiry, as their predecessors, whom they laughed at, did physiology; concocting their systems out of their own brains, instead of the responses of nature—and with still more rashness and presumption, this department of her kingdom being more inaccessible, more incapable of demonstration, and more entirely beyond our control; for these spirits will not “come when we do call them;”—and I confess it often surprises me to hear the very shallow nonsense that very clever men talk upon the subject, and the inefficient arguments they use to disprove what they know nothing about. I am quite conscious that the facts I shall adduce are open to controversy: I can bring forward no evidence that will satisfy a scientific mind; but neither are my opponents a whit better fortified. All I do hope to establish is, not a proof, but a presumption; and the conviction I desire to awaken in people’s minds is, not that these things are so, but that they may be so, and that it is well worth our while to inquire whether they are or not.

Then, regarding our second source of information, I'm fully aware that it's just as challenging to prove its validity; but we do have a few arguments in our favor here, too. First of all, as Dr. Johnson points out, even if all reason is against us, all tradition supports us; and the consistency of tradition certainly carries some weight, as it would be hard to find a universal belief that is completely without a foundation in truth. For example, concerning witchcraft, which is universally believed in, we now understand that the phenomena were mostly real, even though the interpretations were made up. It could be argued that this widespread belief in ghosts stems from the common occurrence of spectral illusions; but if that’s the case, as I've mentioned before, these spectral illusions are indeed a fascinating subject of inquiry. They often happen under circumstances least likely to trigger them and to people we wouldn’t expect to be affected. Furthermore, there’s a striking consistency, not only among individual experiences across various social classes who have shown no tendencies toward nervous disorders or sleepwalking but also in relation to the experiences reported by sleepwalkers. In short, it seems to me that life becomes just a mere illusion if spectral illusions are so prevalent, intricate in nature, and so deceptive as they must be if we base all the reports of ghost sightings on that theory. I admit I had no idea how numerous these accounts were until I started looking into it; and we cannot doubt that such occurrences have been common throughout history and across different cultures, thanks to the variety of people who have supported this idea or at least acknowledged, as Addison did, that he couldn’t dismiss the universal evidence for the return of the dead, backed by many credible individuals he knew. Indeed, the evidence supporting these facts has always been too strong to completely dismiss; even materialists like Lucretius and the elder Pliny are compelled to acknowledge them. On the flip side, the wild claims made by those trying to dismiss them show that their disbelief is built on no stronger foundation than their own biases. I recognize the challenges of establishing these facts—challenges that few other fields of study face; but I argue that the position of those opposing us is even worse. Although they carry an air of superiority and scornful laughter, claiming to hold a position that's justified by reason and therefore unassailable, they forget that human wisdom is ultimately “foolishness before God” when it strays into the realm of the unknown. They also forget that they are treating this area of inquiry just as their predecessors, whom they mocked, treated physiology; creating theories from their own imaginations rather than from nature's responses—and with even more recklessness and arrogance, given that this aspect of nature is more elusive, less demonstrable, and entirely beyond our control. After all, these spirits won’t “come when we call them.” I admit I’m often surprised by the shallow nonsense that very intelligent people say about this topic and the ineffective arguments they use to refute what they know nothing about. I'm well aware that the facts I will present are open to debate: I can't offer any evidence that would satisfy a scientific mind; but nor are my opponents in a much stronger position. All I hope to establish is not proof, but a presumption; and the belief I want to spark in people's minds is not that these things are real, but that they could be real, and that it’s worth our while to explore whether they are or not.

It will be seen that these views of a future state are extremely similar to those of Isaac Taylor, as suggested in his physical theory of another life—at least, as far as he has entered upon the subject;—and it is natural that they should be so, because he seems also to have been a convert to the opinion that “the dead do sometimes break through the boundaries that hem in the ethereal crowds; and if so, as if by trespass, may in single instances infringe upon the ground of common corporeal life.”

It’s clear that these ideas about an afterlife are very similar to those of Isaac Taylor, as mentioned in his physical theory of another life—at least to the extent he has explored the topic;—and it makes sense that they would be similar because he also appears to believe that “the dead do sometimes break through the boundaries that separate the ethereal realm; and if that’s the case, they may occasionally trespass into the realm of ordinary physical life.”

Let us now fancy this dispossessed soul entering on its new career, amazed, and no more able than when it was in the body to accommodate itself at once to conditions of existence for which it was unprepared. If its aspirations had previously been heavenward, these conditions would not be altogether new, and it would speedily find itself at home in a sphere in which it had dwelt before; for, as I have formerly said, a spirit must be where its thoughts and affections are, and the soul, whose thoughts and affections had been directed to heaven, would only awaken after death into a more perfect and unclouded heaven. But imagine the contrary of all this. Conceive what this awakening must be to an earth-bound spirit—to one altogether unprepared for its new home—carrying no light within it—floating in the dim obscure—clinging to the earth, where all its affections were garnered up: for where its treasure is, there shall it be also. It will find its condition evil, more or less, according to the degree of its moral light or darkness, and in proportion to the amount of the darkness will be its incapacity to seek for light. Now, there seems nothing offensive to our notions of the Divine goodness in this conception of what awaits us when the body dies. It appears to me, on the contrary, to offer a more comprehensible and coherent view than any other that has been presented to me; yet the state I have depicted is very much the hades of the Greeks and Romans. It is the middle state, on which all souls enter—a state in which there are many mansions; that is, there are innumerable states—probably not permanent, but ever progressive or retrograde; for we can not conceive of any moral state being permanent, since we know perfectly well that ours is never so; it is always advancing or retroceding. When we are not improving, we are deteriorating; and so it must necessarily be with us hereafter.

Let’s imagine this lost soul starting its new journey, surprised and just as unable as when it was in the body to quickly adjust to the circumstances of existence for which it wasn’t ready. If its hopes had previously been directed upwards, these conditions wouldn’t be entirely new, and it would soon feel at home in a realm it had known before; because, as I’ve said before, a spirit must be where its thoughts and feelings are, and the soul, whose thoughts and feelings had been aimed at heaven, would only wake up after death to a clearer and more perfect heaven. But picture the opposite of this. Think about what this awakening must be like for a spirit bound to the earth—one completely unprepared for its new home—carrying no inner light—floating in dim obscurity—clinging to the earth, where all its affections were held: for where its treasure is, there it will be also. It will find its condition unpleasant, more or less, depending on the level of its moral clarity or darkness, and the greater the darkness, the less it will be able to seek out the light. Now, there seems to be nothing offensive to our understanding of Divine goodness in this idea of what awaits us when the body dies. To me, it actually provides a clearer and more coherent perspective than any other I have encountered; yet the state I’ve described closely resembles the Hades of the Greeks and Romans. It is the middle state that all souls enter—a state with many rooms; that is, there are countless conditions—likely not permanent, but constantly evolving or declining; because we cannot imagine any moral state being permanent, since we know that ours is never so; it is always progressing or regressing. When we are not improving, we are deteriorating; and so it must inevitably be with us going forward.

Now, if we admit the probability of this middle state, we have removed one of the great objections which are made to the belief in the reappearance of the dead: namely, that the blest are too happy to return to the earth, and that the wicked have it not in their power to do so. This difficulty arises, however, very much from the material ideas entertained of heaven and hell—the notion that they are places instead of states. I am told that the Greek word hades is derived from æides, invisible; and that the Hebrew word scheôl, which has the same signification, also implies a state, not a place, since it may be interpreted into desiring, longing, asking, praying. These words in the Septuagint are translated grave, death, and hell; but previously to the Reformation they seem to have borne their original meaning—that is, the state into which the soul entered at the death of the body. It was probably to get rid of the purgatory of the Roman Church, which had doubtless become the source of many absurd notions and corrupt practices, that the doctrine of a middle state or hades was set aside: besides which, the honest desire for reformation, in all reforming churches, being alloyed by the odium theologicum, the purifying besom is apt to take too discursive a sweep, exercising less modesty and discrimination than might be desirable, and thus not uncommonly wiping away truth and falsehood together.

Now, if we accept the possibility of this middle state, we have addressed one of the main objections to believing in the return of the dead: that the blessed are too happy to come back to earth, and that the wicked can’t do so. This issue, however, largely stems from the physical ideas we have of heaven and hell—the belief that they are places rather than states. I've heard that the Greek word Underworld comes from aides, which means invisible; and that the Hebrew word school, which means the same, also suggests a state, not a place, since it can be interpreted as wanting, yearning, inquiry, praying. These words in the Septuagint are translated as tomb, death, and hell; but before the Reformation, they seem to have retained their original meaning—that is, the state the soul enters at the death of the body. It was likely an effort to eliminate the purgatory of the Roman Church, which had undoubtedly led to many absurd beliefs and corrupt practices, that the doctrine of a middle state or hades was dismissed: in addition, the sincere desire for reform in all reforming churches, mixed with theological hatred, often leads to a more sweeping approach to purification, lacking the modesty and discernment that would be ideal, and thus sometimes erasing both truth and falsehood together.

Dismissing the idea, therefore, that heaven and hell are places in which the soul is imprisoned, whether in bliss or woe, and supposing that, by a magnetic relation, it may remain connected with the sphere to which it previously belonged, we may easily conceive that, if it have the memory of the past, the more entirely sensuous its life in the body may have been, the closer it will cling to the scene of its former joys; or even if its sojourn on earth were not a period of joy, but the contrary, still, if it have no heavenward aspirations, it will find itself, if not in actual wo, yet aimless, objectless, and out of a congenial element. It has no longer the organs whereby it perceived, communicated with, and enjoyed, the material world and its pleasures. The joys of heaven are not its joys; we might as well expect a hardened prisoner in Newgate, associating with others as hardened as himself, to melt into ecstatic delight at the idea of that which he can not apprehend! How helpless and inefficient such a condition seems! and how natural it is to us to imagine that, under such circumstances, there might be awakened a considerable desire to manifest itself to those yet living in the flesh, if such a manifestation be possible! And what right have we, in direct contradiction to all tradition, to assert that it is not? We may raise up a variety of objections from physical science, but we can not be sure that these are applicable to the case; and of the laws of spirit we know very little, since we are only acquainted with it as circumscribed, confined, and impeded, in its operations, by the body; and whenever such abnormal states occur as enable it to act with any degree of independence, man, under the dominion of his all-sufficient reason, denies and disowns the facts.

Dismissing the notion that heaven and hell are merely places where the soul is trapped, whether in happiness or suffering, and assuming that it may still be linked to the realm it came from, we can easily understand that if it remembers the past, the more sensory its life in the body was, the more it will cling to the memories of its past joys. Even if its time on Earth wasn't filled with happiness, if it has no aspirations toward heaven, it will find itself not in actual misery, but lost, directionless, and out of place. It no longer has the senses through which it experienced, communicated with, and enjoyed the material world and its pleasures. The joys of heaven aren't its joys; it would be like expecting a hardened prisoner in Newgate, surrounded by others just as tough, to suddenly be filled with bliss at the thought of something beyond their understanding! Such a state feels so powerless and ineffective! It's only natural for us to imagine that, under these circumstances, there might be a strong desire to connect with those still living, if such a connection is possible! And what right do we have, completely contradicting all tradition, to claim that it isn't? We can raise various objections based on physical science, but we can't be sure they apply in this case; and we know very little about the laws of the spirit, as we only understand it as limited and obstructed in its actions by the body. Whenever unusual conditions allow it to act with some independence, people, relying on their all-sufficient reason, deny and dismiss the facts.

That the manifestation of a spirit to the living, whether seen or heard, is an exception, and not the rule, is evident; for, supposing the desire to exist at all, it must exist in millions and millions of instances which never take effect. The circumstances must therefore no doubt be very peculiar, as regards both parties in which such a manifestation is possible. What these are, we have very little means of knowing; but, as far as we do know, we are led to conclude that a certain magnetic rapport or polarity constitutes this condition, while, at the same time, as regards the seer, there must be what the prophet called the “opening of the eye,” which may perhaps signify the seeing of the spirit without the aid of the bodily organ—a condition which may temporarily occur to any one under we know not what influence, but which seems, to a certain degree, hereditary in some families.

The appearance of a spirit to the living, whether through sight or sound, is clearly an exception rather than the norm; if it were a common occurrence, it would happen in countless cases that never actually take place. Therefore, the circumstances surrounding such a manifestation must be quite unique for both parties involved. We have very limited knowledge of what these circumstances are; however, based on what we do understand, it seems that a specific magnetic connection or alignment is necessary for this to happen. Additionally, for the person witnessing the manifestation, there must be what the prophet described as the "opening of the eye," which might mean perceiving the spirit without using physical sight—a state that can temporarily happen to anyone for reasons we don't fully understand, but which appears to be somewhat hereditary in certain families.

The following passage is quoted from Sir William Hamilton’s edition of Dr. Reid’s works, published in 1846:—

The following passage is quoted from Sir William Hamilton’s edition of Dr. Reid’s works, published in 1846:—

“No man can show it to be impossible to the Supreme Being to have given us the power of perceiving external objects, without any such organs”—that is, our organs of sense. “We have reason to believe that when we put off these bodies, and all the organs belonging to them, our perceptive powers shall rather be improved than destroyed or impaired. We have reason to believe that the Supreme Being perceives everything in a much more perfect manner than we do, without bodily organs. We have reason to believe that there are other created beings endowed with powers of perception more perfect and more extensive than ours, without any such organs as we find necessary;” and Sir William Hamilton adds the following note:—

“No one can prove it’s impossible for the Supreme Being to have given us the ability to perceive external objects without using any of our sensory organs.” In other words, our sense organs. “We believe that when we leave these bodies behind, along with all their organs, our ability to perceive will actually be enhanced rather than destroyed or diminished. We believe that the Supreme Being perceives everything in a much more perfect way than we do, without any physical organs. We believe there are other created beings with perception abilities that are more perfect and broader than ours, without needing the organs we consider essential;” and Sir William Hamilton adds the following note:—

“However astonishing, it is now proved beyond all rational doubt that in certain abnormal states of the nervous organism, perceptions are possible through other than the ordinary channels of the sense.”

“Though it may be surprising, it is now proven beyond any reasonable doubt that in certain unusual conditions of the nervous system, perceptions can occur through channels other than the usual senses.”

Of the existence of this faculty in nature, any one, who chooses, may satisfy himself by a very moderate degree of trouble, provided he undertake the investigation honestly; and this being granted, another objection, if not altogether removed, is considerably weakened. I allude to the fact that, in numerous reported cases of ghost-seeing, the forms were visible to only one person, even though others were present, which, of course, rendered them undistinguishable from cases of spectral illusion, and indeed unless some additional evidence be afforded, they must remain so still, only we have gained thus much, that this objection is no longer unanswerable; for whether the phenomenon is to be referred to a mutual rapport, or to the opening of the spiritual eye, we comprehend how one may see what others do not. But really, if the seeing depended upon ordinary vision, I can not perceive that the difficulty is insurmountable; for we perfectly well know that some people are endowed with an acuteness of sense, or power of perception, which is utterly incomprehensible to others; for, without entering into the disputed region of clear-seeing, everybody must have met with instances of those strange antipathies to certain objects, accompanied by an extraordinary capacity for perceiving their presence, which remain utterly unexplained. Not to speak of cats and hares, where some electrical effects might be conceived, I lately heard of a gentleman who fainted if he were introduced into a room where there was a raspberry tart; and that there have been persons endowed with a faculty for discovering the proximity of water and metals, even without the aid of the divining rod—which latter marvel seems to be now clearly established as an electrical phenomenon—will scarcely admit of further doubt.

Anyone interested can easily confirm the existence of this ability in nature with just a little effort, as long as they approach the investigation honestly. If this is accepted, another objection, while not completely eliminated, is significantly weakened. I’m referring to the fact that in many reports of ghost sightings, the forms were visible to only one person, even when others were present. This situation often makes them indistinguishable from cases of visual illusions. Unless we have additional proof, these cases will remain ambiguous. However, we’ve at least established that this objection can be addressed; whether the phenomenon stems from a shared connection or the opening of a spiritual eye, we can understand how one person might see something that others do not. If the sighting relied on regular vision, I don’t think the issue is insurmountable. We know that some individuals possess a heightened sense or perception that others find completely baffling. Everyone has likely encountered examples of strange aversions to certain objects, paired with an unusual ability to sense their presence, which remain completely unexplained. Without even mentioning cats and hares, where one could theorize about some electrical effects, I recently heard about a man who fainted when he entered a room with a raspberry tart. Furthermore, there are people who can detect the presence of water and metals without the aid of a divining rod—which is now widely accepted as an electrical phenomenon—leaving little room for doubt.

A very eminent person, with whom I am acquainted, possessing extremely acute olfactory powers, is the subject of one single exception. He is insensible to the odor of a beanfield, however potent: but it would surely be very absurd in him to deny that the beanfield emits an odor, and the evidence of the majority against him is too strong to admit of his doing so.

A well-known person I know, who has an incredibly sharp sense of smell, is the only exception. He cannot smell the strong scent of a beanfield at all: but it would definitely be ridiculous for him to claim that the beanfield doesn’t have a smell, and the overwhelming evidence from others means he can’t deny it.

Now, we have only the evidence of a minority with regard to the existence of certain faculties not generally developed, but surely it argues great presumption to dispute their possibility. We might, I think, with more appearance of reason, insist upon it that my friend must be mistaken, and that he does smell the beanfield, for we have the majority against him there most decidedly. The difference is, that nobody cares whether the odor of the beanfield is perceptible or not: but if the same gentleman asserted that he had seen a ghost, beyond all doubt his word would be disputed.

Now, we only have the evidence of a minority regarding the existence of certain abilities that aren’t usually developed, but it definitely seems presumptuous to deny their possibility. I think we could more reasonably argue that my friend must be wrong and that he does smell the beanfield, because the majority is clearly against him on that. The difference is that nobody really cares whether the smell of the beanfield can be detected or not; but if the same guy claimed he had seen a ghost, there’s no doubt his word would be challenged.

Though we do not know what the conditions are that develop the faculty of what St. Paul calls the discerning of spirits, there is reason to believe that the approach of death is one. I have heard of too many instances of this kind, where the departing person has been in the entire possession of his or her faculties, to doubt that in our last moments we are frequently visited by those who have gone before us; and it being admitted by all physiologists that preternatural faculties are sometimes exhibited at this period, we can have no right to say that “the discerning of spirits” is not one of them.

Though we don't really know what leads to the ability that St. Paul refers to as discerning spirits, there's a good reason to think that the approach of death is one of those factors. I've heard of too many cases where the person who's about to pass away remained completely aware and in control of their faculties to doubt that in our final moments, we often have visits from those who have passed before us. Since all physiologists agree that extraordinary abilities can sometimes appear at this time, we can't claim that "the discerning of spirits" isn't one of them.

There is an interesting story recorded by Beaumont, in his “World of Spirits,” and quoted by Dr. Hibbert with the remark that no reasonable doubt can be placed on the authenticity of the narrative, as it was drawn up by the bishop of Gloucester from the recital of the young lady’s father; and I mention it here, not for any singularity attending it, but first, because its authenticity is admitted, and next, on account of the manner in which—so much being granted—the fact is attempted to be explained away:—

There’s an intriguing story noted by Beaumont in his “World of Spirits,” which Dr. Hibbert quotes, stating that there’s no reasonable doubt about the authenticity of the account since it was put together by the bishop of Gloucester from what the young lady’s father told him. I bring it up here not because it’s particularly unusual, but first, because its authenticity is accepted, and second, because of how—given that much—the fact is tried to be explained away:—

“Sir Charles Lee, by his first lady, had only one daughter, of which she died in childbirth; and when she was dead, her sister, the Lady Everard, desired to have the education of the child, and she was very well educated till she was marriageable, and a match was concluded for her with Sir W. Parkins, but was then prevented in an extraordinary manner. Upon a Thursday night, she thinking she saw a light in her chamber after she was in bed, knocked for her maid, who presently came to her, and she asked why she left a candle burning in her room. The maid answered that she had left none, and that there was none but what she had brought with her at that time. ‘Then,’ she said, ‘it must be the fire;’ but that, her maid told her, was quite out, adding she believed it was only a dream, whereupon Miss Lee answered that it might be so, and composed herself again to sleep. But, about two of the clock, she was awakened again, and saw the apparition of a little woman between her curtains and her pillow, who told her she was her mother, that she was happy, and that, by twelve of the clock that day, she should be with her. Whereupon, she knocked again for her maid, called for her clothes, and when she was dressed, went into her closet, and came not out again till nine, and then brought out with her a letter, sealed, to her father, carried it to her aunt, the Lady Everard, told her what had happened, and desired that as soon as she was dead it might be sent to him. The lady thought she was suddenly fallen mad, and therefore sent presently away to Chelmsford for a physician and surgeon, who both came immediately, but the physician could discern no indication of what the lady imagined, or of any indisposition of her body; notwithstanding, the lady would needs have her let blood, which was done accordingly; and when the young woman had patiently let them do what they would with her, she desired that the chaplain might be called to read prayers; and when the prayers were ended, she took her guitar and psalm-book, and sat down upon a chair without arms, and played and sung so melodiously and admirably, that her music-master, who was then there, admired at it. And near the stroke of twelve, she rose and sat herself down in a great chair with arms, and presently fetching a strong breathing or two, she immediately expired, and was so suddenly cold as was much wondered at by the physician and surgeon. She died at Waltham, in Essex, three miles from Chelmsford, and the letter was sent to Sir Charles, at his house in Warwickshire; but he was so afflicted at the death of his daughter, that he came not till she was buried; but when he came, he caused her to be taken up, and to be buried with her mother, at Edmonton, as she desired in her letter.”

“Sir Charles Lee, with his first wife, had only one daughter, who sadly died during childbirth. After her death, her sister, Lady Everard, wanted to take care of the child, and she was raised very well until she was old enough for marriage. A match was arranged for her with Sir W. Parkins, but things took a strange turn. One Thursday night, after getting into bed, she thought she saw a light in her room and called for her maid, who quickly came. She asked why a candle was burning, but the maid replied that she hadn’t left one, only the one she brought with her. ‘Then it must be the fire,’ she said, but the maid told her it was completely out, suggesting it might just be a dream. Miss Lee agreed and tried to fall back asleep. However, around two o'clock, she was awakened again and saw the ghost of a small woman between her curtains and her pillow. The apparition revealed herself as her mother, said she was happy, and that by noon that day, she would join her. Miss Lee then summoned her maid again, got dressed, went into her closet, and didn’t come out until nine. She emerged with a sealed letter for her father, took it to her aunt, Lady Everard, explained what had happened, and asked that it be sent to him once she was dead. Lady Everard thought she had suddenly become mad and immediately sent for a physician and a surgeon from Chelmsford, who arrived quickly. However, the physician found no signs of the issues the lady suspected or any illness; still, Lady Everard insisted she should be bled, which they did. After patiently enduring their treatment, the young woman requested the chaplain to read prayers. Once the prayers were finished, she took her guitar and psalm book, seated herself on an armless chair, and played and sang so beautifully that her music teacher, who was present, was astonished. Near the stroke of noon, she moved to a large armchair, took a couple of deep breaths, and immediately passed away, leaving the physician and surgeon shocked at how quickly she became cold. She died in Waltham, Essex, just three miles from Chelmsford, and the letter was sent to Sir Charles at his home in Warwickshire. He was so heartbroken over his daughter's death that he didn't arrive until after she was buried. When he did arrive, he had her remains exhumed and buried with her mother in Edmonton, as she had requested in her letter.”

This circumstance occurred in the year 1662, and is, as Dr. Hibbert observes, “one of the most interesting ghost-stories on record;” yet he insists on placing it under the category of spectral illusions, upon the plea that, let the physician (whose skill he arraigns) say what he would, her death within so short a period proves that she must have been indisposed at the time she saw the vision, and that probably “the languishing female herself might have unintentionally contributed to the more strict verification of the ghost’s prediction,” concluding with these words: “All that can be said of it is, that the coincidence was a fortunate one; for, without it, the story would probably never have met with a recorder,” &c., &c.

This event happened in 1662, and as Dr. Hibbert notes, it’s “one of the most interesting ghost stories on record;” however, he insists on classifying it as a case of spectral illusions, arguing that no matter what the physician (whose skills he questions) claims, her death shortly after proves that she must have been unwell when she saw the vision, and that likely “the sick woman herself might have unintentionally contributed to the more precise confirmation of the ghost’s prediction,” wrapping up with these words: “All that can be said about it is that the coincidence was a lucky one; because without it, the story probably would never have been documented,” etc., etc.

Now, I ask if this is a fair way of treating any fact, transmitted to us on authority which the objector himself admits to be perfectly satisfactory—more especially as the assistants on the occasion appear to have been quite as unwilling to believe in the supernatural interpretation of it as Dr. Hibbert could have been himself, had he been present; for what more could he have done than conclude the young lady to be mad, and bled her?—a line of practice which is precisely what would be followed at the present time, and which proves that they were very well aware of the sensuous illusions produced by a disordered state of the nervous system; and with respect to his conclusion that the “languishing female” contributed to the verification of the prediction, we are entitled to ask, where is the proof that she was languishing? A very clever watchmaker once told me that a watch may go perfectly well for years, and at length stop suddenly, in consequence of an organic defect in its construction, which only becomes perceptible, even to the eye of a watchmaker, when this effect takes place; and we do know that many persons have suddenly fallen dead immediately after declaring themselves in the best possible health: and we have therefore no right to dispute what the narrator implies, namely, that there were no sensible indications of the impending catastrophe.

Now, I ask if this is a fair way to treat any fact that’s communicated to us on authority that the objector himself admits is completely satisfactory—especially since the witnesses at the time seemed just as reluctant to believe in the supernatural interpretation as Dr. Hibbert would have been if he had been there; because what more could he have done than conclude that the young lady was mad and bled her?—a practice that is exactly what would happen today, and which shows they were well aware of the sensory illusions caused by a disrupted nervous system. Regarding his conclusion that the “languishing female” supported the prediction's validity, we have to ask, where is the evidence that she was actually languishing? A very skilled watchmaker once told me that a watch may run perfectly for years and then suddenly stop due to an inherent flaw that only shows up, even to a trained watchmaker, when that happens; and we know that many people have suddenly died right after declaring themselves to be in perfect health: so we have no grounds to dispute what the narrator suggests, namely, that there were no clear signs of the impending disaster.

There was either some organic defect or derangement in this lady’s physical economy, which rendered her death inevitable at the hour of noon, on that particular Thursday, or there was not. If there was, and her certain death was impending at that hour, how came she acquainted with the fact? Surely it is a monstrous assumption to say that it was “a fortunate coincidence,” when no reason whatever is given us for concluding that she felt otherwise than perfectly well! If, on the contrary, we are to take refuge in the supposition that there was no death impending, and that she only died of the fright, how came she—feeling perfectly well, and, in this case, we have a right to conclude being perfectly well—to be the subject of such an extraordinary spectral illusion? And if such spectral illusions can occur to people in a good normal state of health, does it not become very desirable to give us some clearer theory of them than we have at present?

There was either some kind of physical defect or issue with this lady's body that made her death unavoidable at noon on that specific Thursday, or there wasn’t. If there was a problem, and her death was certain at that moment, how did she know that? It’s a huge leap to say it was “a lucky coincidence” when there’s no evidence to suggest she didn’t feel perfectly fine! On the other hand, if we assume there was no imminent death and she only died from fright, how could she—feeling completely fine, and in this case, we can assume she truly was—experience such an unusual vision? And if such visions can happen to people who are in good health, shouldn’t we have a clearer explanation for them than we currently do?

But there is a third presumption to which the skeptical may have recourse, in order to get rid of this well-established, and therefore very troublesome fact, namely, that Miss Lee was ill, although unconscious of it herself, and indicating no symptoms that could guide her physician to an enlightened diagnosis; and that the proof of this is to be found in the occurrence of the spectral illusion; and that this spectral illusion so impressed her that it occasioned the precise fulfilment of the imaginary prediction—an hypothesis which appears to me to be pressing very hard on the spectral illusion; for it is first called upon to establish the fact of an existing indisposition of no slight character, of which neither patient nor physician was aware, and it is next required to kill the lady with unerring certainty, at the hour appointed, she being, according to the only authority we have for the story, in a perfectly calm and composed state of mind! for there is nothing to be discerned in the description of her demeanor but an entire and willing submission to the announced decree, accompanied by that pleasing exaltation, which appears to me perfectly natural under the circumstances; and I do not think that anything we know of human vitality can justify us in believing that life can be so easily extinguished. But to such straits people are reduced, who write with a predetermination to place their facts on a Procrustean bed till they have fitted them into their own cherished theory.

But there’s a third assumption that skeptics might use to dismiss this well-established and therefore very inconvenient fact: that Miss Lee was ill, even though she was unaware of it and showed no symptoms that could help her doctor make an informed diagnosis. The proof of this illness seems to lie in the occurrence of the spectral illusion, which affected her so deeply that it led to the exact fulfillment of the imagined prediction—an idea that seems to place a heavy burden on the spectral illusion itself. First, it must prove that there was a serious condition present that neither the patient nor the doctor recognized, and then it must also be expected to definitively cause her death at the set time, while she was, according to the only source we have for this story, in a perfectly calm and composed state of mind! There’s nothing in the description of her behavior that suggests anything other than complete acceptance of the declared fate, along with a sort of pleasant uplift, which I find entirely natural given the situation. I don't think anything we understand about human life supports the belief that life can be so easily extinguished. But this is the extreme to which people go when they write with a fixed intention to shape their facts to fit their preferred theory.

In the above-recorded case of Miss Lee, the motive for the visit is a sufficient one; but one of the commonest objections to such narrations, is the insignificance of the motive when any communication is made, or there being apparently no motive at all, when none is made. Where any previous attachment has subsisted, we need seek no further for an impelling cause; but in other cases this impelling cause must probably be sought in the earthly rapport still subsisting and the urgent desire of the spirit to manifest itself and establish a communication where its thoughts and affections still reside; and we must consider that, provided there be no law of God prohibiting its revisiting the earth, which law would of course supersede all other laws, then, as I have before observed, where its thoughts and affections are it must be also. What is it but our heavy material bodies that prevents us from being where our thoughts are? But the being near us, and the manifesting itself to us, are two very different things, the latter evidently depending on conditions we do not yet understand.

In the case of Miss Lee mentioned above, the reason for the visit is clear; however, one of the most common criticisms of such stories is the triviality of the motive when communication occurs, or the lack of any motive when it doesn't. When there has been a prior connection, we don’t need to look further for a driving force; but in other situations, this driving force is likely found in the earthly connection still present and the strong wish of the spirit to show itself and create a communication where its thoughts and feelings remain. We must also remember that, as long as there is no divine law that prevents it from returning to earth—which would take precedence over all other laws—then, as I’ve pointed out before, where its thoughts and feelings are, it must also be. What else could it be but our heavy physical bodies that keep us from being where our thoughts are? Being close to us and appearing to us are two very different things, with the latter clearly depending on conditions we still don’t understand.

As I am not writing a book on vital magnetism, and there are so many already accessible to everybody who chooses to be informed on it, I shall not here enter into the subject of magnetic rapport, it being, I believe, now generally admitted, except by the most obstinate skeptics, that such a relation can be established between two human beings. In what this relation consists, is a more difficult question, but the most rational view appears to be that of a magnetic polarity, which is attempted to be explained by two theories—the dynamical and the ethereal, the one viewing the phenomena as simply the result of the transmission of forces, the other hypothetizing an ether which pervades all space and penetrates all substance, maintaining the connection between body and soul, and between matter and spirit. To most minds this latter hypothesis will be the most comprehensible; on which account, since the result would be the same in either case, we may adopt for the moment; and there will then be less difficulty in conceiving that the influence or ether of every being or thing, animate or inanimate, must extend beyond the periphery of its own terminations: and that this must be eminently the case where there is animal life, the nerves forming the readiest conductors for this supposed imponderable. The proofs of the existence of this ether are said to be manifold, and more especially to be found in the circumstances that every created thing sheds an atmosphere around it, after its kind; this atmosphere becoming, under certain conditions, perceptible or even visible, as in the instances of electric fish, &c., the fascinations of serpents, the influence of human beings upon plants, and vice versa; and finally, the phenomena of animal magnetism, and the undoubted fact, to which I myself can bear witness, that the most ignorant girls, when in a state of somnambulism, have been known to declare that they saw their magnetiser surrounded by a halo of light; and it is doubtless this halo of light, that, from their being strongly magnetic men, has frequently been observed to surround the heads of saints and eminently holy persons: the temperament that produced the internal fervor, causing the visible manifestation of it. By means of this ether, or force, a never-ceasing motion and an inter-communication are sustained between all created things, and between created things and their Creator, who sustains them and creates them ever anew, by the constant exertion of his Divine will, of which this is the messenger and the agent as it is between our will and our own bodies; and without this sustaining will, so exerted, the whole would fall away, dissolve, and die; for it is the life of the universe. That all inanimate objects emit an influence, greater or less, extending beyond their own peripheries, is established by their effects on various susceptible individuals, as well as on somnambules; and thus there exist a universal polarity and rapport, which are however stronger between certain organisms; and every being stands in a varying relation of positive and negative to every other.

As I'm not writing a book on vital magnetism, and there are already so many available for anyone interested in learning about it, I won’t delve into the topic of magnetic connection. It seems to be generally accepted, except by the most stubborn skeptics, that such a connection can exist between two people. What this connection actually consists of is a more complicated question, but the most logical perspective seems to be that of magnetic polarity, which can be explained by two theories—the dynamical and the ethereal. The first views the phenomena as simply the result of force transmission, while the second hypothesizes an ether that fills all space and penetrates all substances, maintaining the link between body and soul, and between matter and spirit. Most people will find the latter idea more understandable; for this reason, since the outcome would be the same either way, we can adopt it for now. This will make it easier to grasp that the influence or ether of every living or non-living thing must extend beyond its own boundaries, and this is especially true for living beings, as nerves act as the most efficient conductors for this supposed force. The evidence for this ether is said to be abundant, particularly in that every created thing emits an atmosphere around it, specific to its kind; this atmosphere can become perceptible or even visible under certain conditions, as seen in electric fish, the allure of serpents, and the influence humans have on plants, and vice versa. Finally, there are the phenomena of animal magnetism and the undeniable fact, which I’ve personally witnessed, that even the most ignorant girls in a state of somnambulism have claimed to see their magnetizer surrounded by a halo of light. It’s likely this halo, often observed around the heads of saints and very holy individuals due to their strong magnetic nature, is a visible manifestation of their inner fervor. Through this ether or force, a continuous motion and communication are maintained between all created things and between these things and their Creator, who upholds and recreates them through the constant exercise of His Divine will, acting as both messenger and agent just as it acts between our will and our own bodies. Without this sustaining will, everything would fall apart, dissolve, and perish, as it is the life of the universe. The idea that all inanimate objects emit some influence, varying in strength and extending beyond their own edges, is supported by their effects on different receptive individuals, as well as on somnambules. Therefore, a universal polarity and connection exist, which are stronger between certain organisms; and each being relates to every other being in varying degrees of positive and negative.

With regard to these theories, however, where there is so much obscurity even in the language, I do not wish to insist; more especially as I am fully aware that this subject may be discussed in a manner much more congruous with the dynamical spirit of the philosophy of this century: but, in the meanwhile, as either of the causes alluded to is capable of producing the effects, we adopt the hypothesis of an all-pervading ether as the one most easily conceived.

With respect to these theories, though, since there's a lot of confusion even in the language, I don't want to press the point; especially knowing that this topic can be talked about in a way that aligns better with the dynamic nature of today's philosophy. In the meantime, since either of the mentioned causes can lead to the effects, we choose to consider the idea of an all-pervading ether as the one that's easiest to understand.

Admitting this, then, to be the case, we begin to have some notion of the modus operandi by which a spirit may manifest itself to us, whether to our internal universal sense, or even to our sensuous organs; and we also find one stumbling-block removed out of our way, namely, that it shall be visible or even audible to one person and not to another, or at one time and not at another; for by means of this ether, or force, we are in communication with all spirit, as well as with all matter; and since it is the vehicle of will, a strong exertion of will may reinforce its influence to a degree far beyond our ordinary conceptions: but man is not acquainted with his own power, and has, consequently, no faith in his own will: nor is it probably the design of Providence, in ordinary cases, that he should. He can not therefore exert it; if he could, he “might remove mountains.” Even as it is, we know something of the power of will in its effect on other organisms, as exhibited by certain strong-willed individuals; also in popular movements; and more manifestly in the influence and far-working of the magnetizer on his patient. The power of will, like the seeing of the spirit, is latent in our nature, to be developed in God’s own time; but meanwhile, slight examples are found, shooting up here and there, to keep alive in man the consciousness that he is a spirit, and give evidence of his Divine origin.

Admitting this to be true, we start to grasp how a spirit can show itself to us, whether through our inner universal sense or even our physical senses. We also see that one barrier is lifted: a spirit might be visible or audible to one person but not another, or at one moment and not another. Through this ether or force, we connect with all spirits and all matter. Since it serves as the medium of will, a strong exertion of will can enhance its influence far beyond our usual understanding. Yet, people aren't aware of their own power and, as a result, lack faith in their own will. It's likely not the intention of Providence, in most situations, for them to be aware of it. Therefore, they cannot fully exert it; if they could, they “might remove mountains.” Even so, we know something about the power of will and its impact on other beings, as shown by certain strong-willed individuals, in popular movements, and more clearly in the influence of a magnetizer over their patient. The power of will, like the ability to see spirits, is dormant in us, waiting to be developed in God's own time. In the meantime, we occasionally see small examples emerging here and there to remind us that we are spirits and to provide proof of our Divine origin.

What especial laws may appertain to this supersensuous domain of nature, of course we can not know, and it is therefore impossible for us to pronounce how far a spirit is free, or not free, at all times to manifest itself; and we can, therefore, at present, advance no reason for these manifestations not being the rule instead of the exception. The law which restrains more frequent intercourse may, for anything we know to the contrary, have its relaxations and its limitations, founded in nature; and a rapport with, or the power of acting on, particular individuals, may arise from causes of which we are equally ignorant. Undoubtedly, the receptivity of the corporeal being is one of the necessary conditions, while, on the part of the incorporeal, the will is at once the cause and the agent that produces the effect; while attachment, whether to individuals or to the lost joys of this world, is the motive. The happy spirits in whom this latter impulse is weak, and who would float away into the glorious light of the pure moral law, would have little temptation to return, and at least would only be brought back by their holy affections, or desire to serve mankind. The less happy, clinging to their dear corporeal life, would hover nearer to the earth; and I do question much whether the often-ridiculed idea of the mystics, that there is a moral weight, as well as a moral darkness, be not founded in truth. We know very well that even these substantial bodies of ours are, to our own sensations (and, very possibly, if the thing could be tested, would prove to be in fact), lighter or heavier, according to the lightness or heaviness of the spirit—terms used figuratively, but perhaps capable of a literal interpretation; and thus the common idea of up and down, as applied to heaven or hell, is founded in truth, though not mathematically correct, we familiarly using the words up and down to express farther or nearer, as regards the planet on which we live.

What specific laws might apply to this beyond-physical realm of nature, we cannot know, and so it's impossible for us to say how free a spirit is, or if it is ever completely free, to show itself. Therefore, we can't currently provide a reason for why these manifestations aren’t the norm instead of the exception. The law that limits more frequent interactions may, for all we know, have relaxations and limitations based in nature; and a connection with, or the ability to influence, certain individuals could come from causes we're equally unaware of. Clearly, the receptiveness of the physical being is one of the necessary conditions, while, from the incorporeal side, the will is both the cause and the means that produces the effect; meanwhile, attachment, whether to people or to the lost joys of this world, serves as the motivation. The happy spirits for whom this latter drive is weak and who would float towards the radiant light of pure moral law would have little reason to return, and would only come back through their holy feelings or their desire to help humanity. The less fortunate, clinging to their cherished physical life, would linger closer to the earth; and I have serious doubts about the often-mocked notion of mystics that there is a moral weight, as well as a moral darkness, possibly rooted in truth. We know well that even these physical bodies of ours feel lighter or heavier to us (and, very likely, if it could be tested, would actually prove to be so) depending on the lightness or heaviness of the spirit—terms used figuratively, but perhaps capable of literal interpretation; thus, the common understanding of up and down as applied to heaven or hell is based in truth, although not mathematically accurate, as we casually use the words up and down to express further or closer in relation to the planet we inhabit.

Experience seems to justify this view of the case; for, supposing the phenomena I am treating of to be facts, and not spectral illusions, all tradition shows that the spirits most frequently manifested to man have been evidently not in a state of bliss; while, when bright ones appeared it has been to serve him; and hence the old persuasion, that they were chiefly the wicked that haunted the earth, and hence, also, the foundation for the belief that not only the murderer but the murdered returned to vex the living, and the just view, that in taking away life the injury is not confined to the body, but extends to the surprised and angry soul, which is—

Experience seems to back up this perspective; because, assuming the phenomena I'm discussing are real and not just illusions, all evidence shows that the spirits most often seen by people have clearly not been in a state of happiness. On the rare occasions when positive spirits do appear, it’s usually to help. This reinforces the old belief that it’s primarily the wicked who linger on Earth, and it also supports the idea that not only the murderer but also the murdered return to disturb the living. Furthermore, it’s important to recognize that when life is taken, the harm goes beyond the physical body and affects the shocked and angry soul, which is—

“Cut off, even in the blossom of its sin,

“Cut off, even in the bloom of its wrongdoing,

Unhouselled, disappointed, unaneled;

Unhoused, disappointed, unhealed;

No reckoning made, but sent to its account

No calculations were done, but it was sent to its account.

With all its imperfections on its head.”

With all its flaws on display.”

It seems also to be gathered from experience, that those whose lives have been rendered wretched, “rest not in their graves;” at least, several accounts I have met with, as well as tradition, countenance this view; and this may originate in the fact that cruelty and ill-usage frequently produce very pernicious effects on the mind of the sufferer, in many instances inspiring, not resignation or a pious desire for death, but resentment, and an eager longing for a fair share of earthly enjoyment. Supposing, also, the feelings and prejudices of the earthly life to accompany this dispossessed soul—for, though the liberation from the body inducts it into certain privileges inherent in spirit, its moral qualities remain as they were (“as the tree falls, so it shall lie”)—supposing, therefore, that these feelings, and prejudices, and recollections, of its past life, are carried with it, we see at once why the discontented spirits of the heathen world could not rest till their bodies had obtained sepulture, why the buried money should torment the soul of the miser, and why the religious opinions, whatever they may have been, believed in the flesh, seem to survive with the spirit. There are two remarkable exceptions, however, and these are precisely such as might be expected. Those who, during their corporeal life, have not believed in a future state, return to warn their friends against the same error. “There is another world!” said the brother of the young lady who appeared to her in the cathedral of York, on the day he was drowned; and there are several similar instances recorded. The belief that this life “is the be-all and the end-all here,” is a mistake that death must instantly rectify. The other exception I allude to is, that that toleration, of which, unfortunately, we see much less than is desirable in this world, seems happily to prevail in the next; for, among the numerous narrations I meet with, in which the dead have returned to ask the prayers or the services of the living, they do not seem, as will be seen by-and-by, to apply by any means exclusively to members of their own church. The attrait which seems to guide their selection of individuals is evidently not of a polemical nature. The pure worship of God, and the inexorable moral law, are what seem to prevail in the other world, and not the dogmatic theology which makes so much of the misery of this.

It also seems to be gathered from experience that those whose lives have been made miserable “rest not in their graves;” at least, several accounts I’ve come across, as well as tradition, support this idea. This may stem from the fact that cruelty and mistreatment often have very harmful effects on the mind of the sufferer, frequently leading to feelings of resentment and a strong desire for a fair share of life's pleasures, rather than acceptance or a pious wish for death. Assuming the feelings and biases from earthly life accompany this departed soul—for, although being free from the body grants it certain spiritual privileges, its moral qualities remain as they were (“as the tree falls, so it shall lie”)—we can see why discontented spirits in the pagan world couldn’t rest until their bodies received proper burial, why buried treasure would torment the soul of the miser, and why the beliefs held in life, whatever they were, seem to continue in the spirit. However, there are two notable exceptions, which are exactly what one might expect. Those who, during their earthly lives, didn’t believe in an afterlife come back to warn their friends against the same mistake. “There is another world!” said the brother of the young woman who appeared to her in the York cathedral on the day he drowned; and there are several similar accounts. The belief that this life “is the be-all and end-all here” is an error that death swiftly corrects. The other exception I refer to is that the tolerance, which unfortunately we see much less of than desired in this world, seems to thrive in the next; for among the many stories I encounter, where the dead return to request prayers or services from the living, they don’t seem to limit their requests exclusively to members of their own faith. The attraction that seems to guide their choice of individuals clearly isn’t based on religious arguments. The pure worship of God and the strict moral law seem to prevail in the afterlife, rather than the dogmatic theology that contributes so much to the suffering in this world.

There is a fundamental truth in all religions: the real end of all is morality, however the means may be mistaken, and however corrupt, selfish, ambitious, and sectarian, the mass of their teachers may and generally do become; while the effect of prayer—in whatever form, or to whatever ideal of the Deity it may be offered, provided that offering be honestly and earnestly made—is precisely the same to the supplicant and in its results.

There’s a fundamental truth in all religions: the ultimate goal is morality, even if the methods might be misguided, and even if the majority of their leaders end up being corrupt, selfish, ambitious, and divisive; meanwhile, the impact of prayer—in any form, or directed towards any concept of God, as long as it’s done sincerely and earnestly—is essentially the same for the person praying and in its outcomes.

I have reserved the following story, which is not a fiction, but the relation of an undoubted and well-attested fact, till the present chapter, as being particularly applicable to this branch of my subject:—

I have set aside the following story, which is not made-up but relates to a confirmed and well-documented fact, until this chapter, as it is especially relevant to this area of my topic:—

Some ninety years ago, there flourished in Glasgow a club of young men, which, from the extreme profligacy of its members, and the licentiousness of their orgies, was commonly called the “Hell-Club!” Besides their nightly or weekly meetings, they held one grand annual saturnalia, in which each tried to excel the other in drunkenness and blasphemy; and on these occasions there was no star among them whose lurid light was more conspicuous than that of young Mr. Archibald B⁠——, who, endowed with brilliant talents and a handsome person, had held out great promise in his boyhood, and raised hopes, which had been completely frustrated by his subsequent reckless dissipations.

Some ninety years ago, there was a club of young men in Glasgow that was commonly known as the “Hell-Club” because of the extreme indulgence of its members and the wildness of their parties. In addition to their nightly or weekly gatherings, they hosted one big annual celebration where everyone tried to outdo each other in drinking and blasphemy. During these events, no one stood out more than young Mr. Archibald B⁠——, who, blessed with exceptional talents and good looks, had shown great promise in his youth, raising hopes that were completely dashed by his later reckless partying.

One morning, after returning from this annual festival, Mr. Archibald B⁠—— having retired to bed, dreamed the following dream:—

One morning, after coming back from this annual festival, Mr. Archibald B⁠—— having gone to bed, had this dream:—

He fancied that he himself was mounted on a favorite black horse, that he always rode, and that he was proceeding toward his own house—then a country-seat embowered by trees, and situated upon a hill, now entirely built over, and forming part of the city—when a stranger, whom the darkness of night prevented his distinctly discerning, suddenly seized his horse’s rein, saying, “You must go with me!”

He imagined he was riding his favorite black horse, the one he always rode, and heading toward his house—then a country estate surrounded by trees and situated on a hill, now completely developed and part of the city—when a stranger, whose features were lost in the darkness of night, suddenly grabbed his horse’s reins, saying, “You need to come with me!”

“And who are you?” exclaimed the young man, with a volley of oaths, while he struggled to free himself.

“And who are you?” the young man shouted, cursing as he tried to break free.

“That you will see by-and-by!” returned the other, in a tone that excited unaccountable terror in the youth, who, plunging his spurs into his horse, attempted to fly. But in vain: however fast the animal flew, the stranger was still beside him, till at length, in his desperate efforts to escape, the rider was thrown; but instead of being dashed to the earth, as he expected, he found himself falling—falling—falling still, as if sinking into the bowels of the earth.

“That you will see soon enough!” replied the other, in a tone that filled the young man with an inexplicable fear. He dug his spurs into his horse, trying to escape. But it was useless; no matter how fast the horse ran, the stranger stayed right next to him. Eventually, in his frantic attempts to get away, the rider was thrown off. Instead of crashing to the ground as he expected, he found himself falling—falling—falling still, as if he were sinking into the depths of the earth.

At length, a period being put to this mysterious descent, he found breath to inquire of his companion, who was still beside him, whither they were going: “Where am I? where are you taking me?” he exclaimed.

At last, after this strange descent came to an end, he managed to catch his breath and asked his companion, who was still with him, where they were headed: “Where am I? Where are you taking me?” he exclaimed.

“To hell!” replied the stranger, and immediately interminable echoes repeated the fearful sound, “To hell!—to hell!—to hell!”

“To hell!” replied the stranger, and immediately endless echoes repeated the fearful sound, “To hell!—to hell!—to hell!”

At length a light appeared, which soon increased to a blaze; but, instead of the cries, and groans, and lamentings, which the terrified traveller expected, nothing met his ear but sounds of music, mirth, and jollity; and he found himself at the entrance of a superb building, far exceeding any he had seen constructed by human hands. Within, too, what a scene! No amusement, employment, or pursuit of man on earth, but was here being carried on with a vehemence that excited his unutterable amazement. “There the young and lovely still swam through the mazes of the giddy dance! There the panting steed still bore his brutal rider through the excitements of the goaded race! There, over the midnight bowl, the intemperate still drawled out the wanton song or maudlin blasphemy! The gambler plied for ever his endless game, and the slaves of Mammon toiled through eternity their bitter task; while all the magnificence of earth paled before that which now met his view!”

At last, a light appeared and quickly grew into a blaze; but instead of the cries, groans, and laments that the terrified traveler expected, all he heard was music, laughter, and joy. He found himself at the entrance of a stunning building, far beyond anything he had ever seen made by human hands. Inside, what a scene! There was no form of entertainment, work, or pursuit known to man that wasn’t happening here with such intensity that it left him in utter amazement. “There, the young and beautiful danced through the dizzying moves of the dance! There, the panting horse carried its brutal rider through the excitement of the frantic race! There, over midnight drinks, the reckless still sang lewd songs or slurred blasphemies! The gambler endlessly played his game, and the slaves of wealth labored through eternity at their bitter tasks; while all the magnificence of the earth faded in comparison to what he now saw!”

He soon perceived that he was among old acquaintances, whom he knew to be dead, and each he observed was pursuing the object, whatever it was, that had formerly engrossed him; when, finding himself relieved of the presence of his unwelcome conductor, he ventured to address his former friend Mrs. D⁠——, whom he saw sitting, as had been her wont on earth, absorbed at loo, requesting her to rest from the game, and introduce him to the pleasures of the place, which appeared to him to be very unlike what he had expected, and, indeed, an extremely agreeable one. But, with a cry of agony, she answered that there was no rest in hell; that they must ever toil on at those very pleasures: and innumerable voices echoed through the interminable vaults, “There is no rest in hell!”—while, throwing open their vests, each disclosed in his bosom an ever-burning flame! These, they said, were the pleasures of hell: their choice on earth was now their inevitable doom! In the midst of the horror this scene inspired, his conductor returned, and at his earnest entreaty, restored him again to earth; but, as he quitted him, he said, “Remember!—in a year and a day we meet again!”

He soon realized he was among old acquaintances, people he knew to be dead, each one focused on whatever had once consumed him. After feeling relieved of the presence of his unwelcome guide, he took a chance to talk to his old friend Mrs. D——, who he saw sitting—just like she used to on Earth—deeply engrossed in a game of loo. He asked her to take a break from the game and introduce him to the pleasures of this place, which seemed very different from what he had expected and actually quite enjoyable. But with a cry of anguish, she replied that there was no rest in hell; they were doomed to keep toiling over those very pleasures. Countless voices echoed through the endless vaults, “There is no rest in hell!”—and as they opened their coats, each revealed an ever-burning flame in their chests! They claimed these were the pleasures of hell; their choices on Earth had become their unavoidable fate! In the midst of the horror this scene created, his guide returned, and at his urgent request, brought him back to Earth; but as he left, he said, “Remember!—in a year and a day we meet again!”

At this crisis of his dream, the sleeper awoke, feverish and ill; and, whether from the effect of his dream, or of his preceding orgies, he was so unwell as to be obliged to keep his bed for several days, during which period he had time for many serious reflections, which terminated in a resolution to abandon the club and his licentious companions altogether.

At this moment in his dream, the sleeper woke up, feeling feverish and sick; and whether it was because of his dream or his previous wild nights, he felt so unwell that he had to stay in bed for several days. During this time, he had a lot of serious thoughts, which led him to decide to leave the club and his reckless friends for good.

He was no sooner well, however, than they flocked around him, bent on recovering so valuable a member of their society; and having wrung from him a confession of the cause of his defection, which, as may be supposed, appeared to them eminently ridiculous, they soon contrived to make him ashamed of his good resolutions. He joined them again, resumed his former course of life, and when the annual saturnalia came round, he found himself with his glass in his hand at the table—when the president, rising to make the accustomed speech, began with saying, “Gentlemen, this being leap-year, it is a year and a day since our last anniversary,” &c., &c. The words struck upon the young man’s ear like a knell; but, ashamed to expose his weakness to the jeers of his companions, he sat out the feast, plying himself with wine even more liberally than usual, in order to drown his intrusive thoughts; till, in the gloom of a winter’s morning, he mounted his horse to ride home. Some hours afterward, the horse was found, with his saddle and bridle on, quietly grazing by the roadside, about half way between the city and Mr. B⁠——’s house; while, a few yards off, lay the corpse of his master!

He was doing well again when everyone swarmed around him, eager to get back such a valuable member of their group. After getting him to admit why he had left, which, as you can imagine, seemed incredibly silly to them, they quickly made him embarrassed about his good intentions. He rejoined them, went back to his old way of living, and when the annual celebration came around, he found himself holding a drink at the table—when the president stood up to give the usual speech and started with, “Gentlemen, since this is leap year, it has been a year and a day since our last anniversary,” etc. The words hit the young man’s ears like a death bell; but, embarrassed to reveal his feelings to the teasing of his friends, he stayed through the feast, drinking even more than usual to drown out his troubling thoughts; until, in the darkness of a winter morning, he got on his horse to ride home. A few hours later, the horse was found, with its saddle and bridle on, peacefully grazing by the roadside, about halfway between the city and Mr. B⁠——’s house; and a few yards away lay the body of its owner!

Now, as I have said in introducing this story, it is no fiction: the circumstance happened as here related. An account of it was published at the time, but the copies were bought up by the family. Two or three, however, were preserved, and the narrative has been reprinted.

Now, as I mentioned in introducing this story, it's not a work of fiction: this event occurred exactly as described. At the time, a report about it was published, but the family purchased all the copies. A few, however, were kept, and the story has been reprinted.

The dream is evidently of a symbolical character, and accords in a very remarkable degree with the conclusions to be drawn from the sources I have above indicated. The interpretation seems to be, that the evil passions and criminal pursuits which have been indulged in here, become our curse hereafter. I do not mean to imply that the ordinary amusements of life are criminal—far from it. There is no harm in dancing, nor in playing at loo either; but if people make these things the whole business of their lives, and think of nothing else, cultivating no higher tastes, nor forming no higher aspirations, what sort of preparation are they making for another world? I can hardly imagine that anybody would wish to be doing these things to all eternity, the more especially that it is most frequently ennui that drives their votaries into excesses, even here; but if they have allowed their minds to be entirely absorbed in such frivolities and trivialities, surely they can not expect that God will, by a miracle, suddenly obliterate these tastes and inclinations, and inspire them with others better suited to their new condition! It was their business to do that for themselves, while here; and such a process of preparation is not in the slightest degree inconsistent with the enjoyment of all manner of harmless pleasures; on the contrary, it gives the greatest zest to them; for a life, in which there is nothing serious—in which all is play and diversion—is, beyond doubt, next to a life of active, persevering wickedness, the saddest thing under the sun! But let everybody remember that we see in nature no violent transitions; everything advances by almost insensible steps—at least everything that is to endure: and therefore to expect that because they have quitted their fleshly bodies, which they always knew were but a temporary appurtenance, doomed to perish and decay, they themselves are to undergo a sudden and miraculous conversion and purification, which is to elevate them into fit companions for the angels of heaven, and the blessed that have passed away, is surely one of the most inconsistent, unreasonable, and pernicious errors, that mankind ever indulged in!

The dream clearly has a symbolic meaning and aligns closely with the conclusions I've mentioned before. The interpretation suggests that the negative emotions and wrongdoings indulged in here will become our curse later. I'm not saying that normal activities are criminal—far from it. There’s nothing wrong with dancing or playing cards; however, if people make these their entire focus and think about nothing else, without pursuing higher interests or aspirations, what kind of preparation are they making for the afterlife? I can't imagine anyone would want to be engaged in these activities forever, especially since boredom often drives people to excess, even now; but if they've let their minds become totally wrapped up in such trivial matters, they can't expect that God will suddenly wipe away these preferences and replace them with better ones suited for their new situation! It was their responsibility to do this for themselves while they were here; and this process of preparing isn’t at all incompatible with enjoying harmless pleasures; in fact, it enhances them greatly. A life that revolves around nothing serious—where everything is just games and entertainment—is undoubtedly, after a life of active wickedness, one of the saddest existences imaginable! But everyone should remember that we don't see any abrupt changes in nature; everything moves forward almost imperceptibly—at least everything that lasts: so to expect that just because they've left their physical bodies, which they always knew were temporary and destined to decay, they will suddenly undergo a miraculous transformation and purification that elevates them to be worthy companions for the angels and the blessed spirits, is surely one of the most inconsistent, unreasonable, and harmful delusions that humanity has ever embraced!


CHAPTER XI.

THE POWER OF WILL.

The power, be it what it may, whether of dressing up an ethereal visible form, or of acting on the constructive imagination of the seer, which would enable a spirit to appear “in his habit as he lived,” would also enable him to present any other object to the eye of the seer, or himself in any shape, or fulfilling any function he willed; and we thus find in various instances, especially those recorded in the Seeress of Prevorst, that this is the case. We not only see changes of dress, but we see books, pens, writing materials, &c., in their hands; and we find a great variety of sounds imitated—which sounds are frequently heard, not only by those who have the faculty of “discerning of spirits,” as St. Paul says, but also by every other person on the spot, for the hearing these sounds does not seem to depend on any particular faculty on the part of the auditor, except it be in the case of speech. The hearing the speech of a spirit, on the contrary, appears in most instances to be dependent on the same conditions as the seeing it, which may possibly arise from there being, in fact, no audible voice at all, but the same sort of spiritual communication which exists between a magnetizer and his patient, wherein the sense is conveyed without words.

The power, whatever it is, whether it's the ability to create a visible form or influence the imaginative mind of the observer, which would allow a spirit to appear “in the way he lived,” would also let him show any other object to the observer's eye, or take on any shape, or perform any function he desires; and we find this in various cases, particularly those documented in the Seeress of Prevorst. We not only see changes in clothing, but we also see books, pens, writing materials, etc., in their hands; and we notice a wide range of sounds being mimicked—sounds that are often heard, not just by those who can “discern spirits,” as St. Paul describes, but by everyone present, since hearing these sounds doesn’t seem to rely on any special ability on the part of the listener, unless it's in the case of speech. Hearing a spirit’s speech, on the other hand, usually appears to depend on the same conditions as seeing it, which may suggest that there’s actually no hearable voice at all, but rather a form of spiritual communication similar to that between a magnetizer and their patient, where the message is conveyed without words.

This imitating of sounds I shall give several instances of in a future chapter. It is one way in which a death is frequently indicated. I could quote a number of examples of this description, but shall confine myself to two or three.

This imitation of sounds will be illustrated with several examples in a future chapter. It's one of the ways in which a death is often indicated. I could list quite a few examples of this, but I will limit myself to just two or three.

Mrs. D⁠——, being one night in her kitchen, preparing to go to bed, after the house was shut up and the rest of the family retired, was startled by hearing a foot coming along the passage, which she recognised distinctly to be that of her father, who she was quite certain was not in the house. It advanced to the kitchen-door, and she waited with alarm to see if the door was to open; but it did not, and she heard nothing more. On the following day, she found that her father had died at that time; and it was from her niece I heard the circumstance.

Mrs. D—— was in her kitchen one night, getting ready for bed after locking up the house and while the rest of the family had gone to sleep. She was startled by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, which she clearly recognized as her father's, even though she was sure he wasn’t home. The footsteps approached the kitchen door, and she waited anxiously to see if the door would open, but it didn’t, and she didn’t hear anything else. The next day, she learned that her father had passed away around that time, and it was from her niece that I found out about this incident.

A Mr. J⁠—— S⁠——, belonging to a highly respectable family, with whom I am acquainted, having been for some time in declining health, was sent abroad for change of air. During his absence, one of his sisters, having been lately confined, an old servant of the family was sitting half asleep in an arm-chair, in a room adjoining that in which the lady slept, when she was startled by hearing the foot of Mr. J⁠—— S⁠—— ascending the stairs. It was easily recognisable, for, owing to his constant confinement to the house, in consequence of his infirm health, his shoes were always so dry that their creaking was heard from one end of the house to the other. So far surprised out of her recollection as to forget he was not in the country, the good woman started up, and, rushing out with her candle in her hand, to light him, she followed the steps up to Mr. J⁠—— S⁠——’s own bed-chamber, never discovering that he was not preceding her till she reached the door. She then returned, quite amazed, and having mentioned the occurrence to her mistress, they noted the date; and it was afterward ascertained that the young man had died at Lisbon on that night.

A Mr. J⁠—— S⁠——, from a highly respected family that I know, had been in poor health for a while and was sent abroad for a change of scenery. While he was away, one of his sisters was recently bedridden, and an old family servant was dozing in an armchair in a room next to where the lady slept. She was jolted awake by the sound of Mr. J⁠—— S⁠——'s footsteps coming up the stairs. It was easily recognizable because, after being confined to the house due to his illness, his shoes were always so dry that the creaking could be heard from one end of the house to the other. So caught off guard that she forgot he wasn’t in the country, the good woman jumped up and rushed out with her candle to greet him, following the sound up to Mr. J⁠—— S⁠——'s own bedroom. She didn’t realize he wasn’t ahead of her until she reached the door. She then returned, bewildered, and after telling her mistress about the incident, they noted the date; it was later confirmed that the young man had died that night in Lisbon.

Mrs. F⁠—— tells me that, being one morning, at eleven o’clock, engaged in her bed-room, she suddenly heard a strange, indescribable, sweet, but unearthly sound, which apparently proceeded from a large open box which stood near her. She was seized with an awe and a horror which there seemed nothing to justify, and fled up stairs to mention the circumstance, which she could not banish from her mind. At that precise day and hour, eleven o’clock, her brother was drowned. The news reached her two days afterward.

Mrs. F⁠—— tells me that one morning, at eleven o’clock, while she was in her bedroom, she suddenly heard a strange, indescribable sound that was sweet but otherworldly, apparently coming from a large open box nearby. She was overwhelmed with a sense of awe and fear that seemed unjustified and ran upstairs to talk about what had happened, which she couldn’t shake from her mind. At that exact time, eleven o’clock, her brother drowned. She received the news two days later.

Instances of this kind are so well known that it is unnecessary to multiply them further. With respect to the mode of producing these sounds, however, I should be glad to say something more definite if I could; but, from the circumstance of their being heard not only by one person, who might be supposed to be en rapport, or whose constructive imagination might be acted upon, but by any one who happens to be within hearing, we are led to conclude that the sounds are really reverberating through the atmosphere. In the strange cases recorded in “The Seeress of Prevorst,” although the apparitions were visible only to certain persons, the sounds they made were audible to all; and the seeress says they are produced by means of the nerve-spirit, which I conclude is the spiritual body of St. Paul and the atmosphere, as we produce sound by means of our material body and the atmosphere.

Instances like this are so well known that there's no need to list more. However, regarding how these sounds are produced, I would like to say something more specific if I could. Since they're heard not just by one person, who might be considered connected or whose imagination might be influenced, but by anyone within earshot, we can conclude that the sounds are genuinely echoing through the atmosphere. In the unusual cases recorded in “The Seeress of Prevorst,” while the apparitions were visible only to certain individuals, the sounds they created were heard by everyone. The seeress claims they are produced through the nerve-spirit, which I assume is the spiritual body of St. Paul interacting with the atmosphere, similar to how we create sound using our physical body and the atmosphere.

In this plastic power of the spirit to present to the eye of the seer whatever object it wills, we find the explanation of such stories as the famous one of Ficinus and Mercatus, related by Baronius in his annals. These two illustrious friends, Michael Mercatus and Marcellinus Ficinus, after a long discourse on the nature of the soul, had agreed that, if possible, whichever died first should return to visit the other. Some time afterward, while Mercatus was engaged in study at an early hour in the morning, he suddenly heard the noise of a horse galloping in the street, which presently stopped at his door, and the voice of his friend Ficinus exclaimed: “Oh, Michael! oh, Michael! vera sunt illa!—those things are true!” Whereupon Mercatus hastily opened his window and espied his friend Ficinus on a white steed. He called after him, but he galloped away out of his sight. On sending to Florence to inquire for Ficinus, he learned that he had died about that hour he called to him. From this period to that of his death, Mercatus abandoned all profane studies, and addicted himself wholly to divinity. Baronius lived in the sixteenth century; and even Dr. Ferrier and the spectral illusionists admit that the authenticity of this story can not be disputed, although they still claim it for their own.

In this flexible power of the spirit to show the seer whatever it chooses, we find the explanation for stories like the well-known one of Ficinus and Mercatus, told by Baronius in his annals. These two notable friends, Michael Mercatus and Marcellinus Ficinus, after a long discussion on the nature of the soul, agreed that if possible, whoever died first would come back to visit the other. Some time later, while Mercatus was studying early one morning, he suddenly heard the sound of a horse galloping in the street, which soon stopped at his door. The voice of his friend Ficinus called out: “Oh, Michael! oh, Michael! Those are true!—those things are true!” Mercatus quickly opened his window and saw his friend Ficinus on a white horse. He shouted after him, but Ficinus galloped out of sight. When he sent someone to Florence to ask about Ficinus, he learned that he had died around the same time he called to him. From that point until his own death, Mercatus gave up all worldly studies and devoted himself entirely to theology. Baronius lived in the sixteenth century, and even Dr. Ferrier and the illusionists acknowledge that the authenticity of this story is indisputable, although they still claim it as their own.

Not very many years ago, Mr. C⁠——, a staid citizen of Edinburgh—whose son told me the story—was one day riding gently up Corstorphine hill, in the neighborhood of the city, when he observed an intimate friend of his own, on horseback also, immediately behind him; so he slackened his pace to give him an opportunity of joining company. Finding he did not come up so quickly as he should, he looked round again, and was astonished at no longer seeing him, since there was no side road into which he could have disappeared. He returned home, perplexed at the oddness of the circumstance, when the first thing he learned was that during his absence this friend had been killed, by his horse falling, in Candlemaker’s row.

Not long ago, Mr. C⁠——, a reserved resident of Edinburgh—whose son shared the story—was riding slowly up Corstorphine Hill, near the city, when he noticed a close friend of his on horseback right behind him. He slowed down to let him catch up. When he realized his friend wasn’t coming as quickly as expected, he looked back and was shocked to find he was no longer there, as there was no side road where he could have gone. Confused by the strange occurrence, he returned home, only to learn that during his absence, his friend had died after his horse fell on Candlemaker’s Row.

I have heard of another circumstance, which occurred some years ago in Yorkshire, where, I think, a farmer’s wife was seen to ride into a farm-yard on horseback, but could not be afterward found, or the thing accounted for, till it was ascertained that she had died at that period.

I heard about another situation that happened a few years ago in Yorkshire, where a farmer's wife was seen riding into a farmyard on horseback, but no one could find her afterward or explain what happened until it was discovered that she had died around that time.

There are very extraordinary stories extant in all countries, of persons being annoyed by appearances in the shape of different animals, which one would certainly be much disposed to give over altogether to the illusionists; though, at the same time, it is very difficult to reduce some of the circumstances under that theory—especially one mentioned page 307 of my “Translation of the Seeress of Prevorst.” If they are not illusions, they are phenomena, to be attributed either to this plastic power, or to that magico-magnetic influence in which the belief in lycanthropy and other strange transformations have originated. The multitudes of unaccountable stories of this description recorded in the witch-trials, have long furnished a subject of perplexity to everybody who was sufficiently just to human nature to conclude, that there must have been some strange mystery at the bottom of an infatuation that prevailed so universally, and in which so many sensible, honest, and well-meaning persons were involved. Till of late years, when some of the arcana of animal or vital magnetism have been disclosed to us, it was impossible for us to conceive by what means such strange conceptions could prevail; but since we now know, and many of us have witnessed, that all the senses of a patient are frequently in such subjection to his magnetiser, that they may be made to convey any impressions to the brain that magnetiser wills, we can without much difficulty conceive how this belief in the power of transformation took its rise; and we also know how a magician could render himself visible or invisible at pleasure. I have seen the sight or hearing of a patient taken away, and restored by Mr. Spencer Hall in a manner that could leave no doubt on the mind of the beholder—the evident paralysis of the eye of the patient testifying to the fact. Monsieur Eusèbe Salverte, the most determined of rationalistic skeptics, admits that we have numerous testimonies to the existence of an art, which he confesses himself at some loss to explain, although the opposite quarters from which the accounts of it reach us, render it difficult to imagine that the historians have copied each other. The various transformations of the gods into eagles, bulls, &c., have been set down as mere mythological fables; but they appear to have been founded on an art, known in all quarters of the world, which enabled the magician to take on a form that was not his own, so as to deceive his nearest and dearest friends. In the history of Gengis Khan, there is mention of a city which he conquered—“in which dwelt,” says Suidas, “certain men, who possessed the secret of surrounding themselves with deceptive appearances, insomuch that they were able to represent themselves to the eyes of people quite different to what they really were.” Saxo Grammaticus, in speaking of the traditions connected with the religion of Odin, says that “the magi were very expert in the art of deceiving the eyes, being able to assume, and even to enable others to assume, the forms of various objects, and to conceal their real aspects under the most attractive appearances.”

There are some truly extraordinary stories from all over the world about people being disturbed by appearances in the form of various animals. Many would likely dismiss these as tricks by illusionists, but it’s hard to explain some of the details using just that theory—especially one mentioned on page 307 of my “Translation of the Seeress of Prevorst.” If they aren’t illusions, they are phenomena that could be attributed to this malleable power, or to that magical energy which gave rise to beliefs in lycanthropy and other bizarre transformations. The countless unexplained stories recorded during witch trials have long puzzled anyone who was fair-minded enough to believe that there must be some odd mystery behind a fixation that spread so widely, involving many sensible, honest, and well-meaning people. Until recently, when some of the secrets of animal or vital magnetism were revealed to us, it was hard to understand how such strange ideas could gain traction. However, now that we know, and many of us have witnessed it, that all the senses of a person can be under the control of their magnetizer, potentially conveying any impressions that the magnetizer wishes, it’s easier to understand how this belief in transformation began. We also know how a magician could appear or disappear at will. I’ve seen a patient’s sight or hearing taken away and restored by Mr. Spencer Hall in a manner that left no doubt in the onlooker's mind—the clear paralysis of the patient’s eye confirmed it. Monsieur Eusèbe Salverte, a staunch rational skeptic, admits that there are many accounts of an art whose existence he finds difficult to explain, although the varying sources of those accounts make it hard to believe that the historians have copied each other. The various transformations of gods into eagles, bulls, etc., have been dismissed as mere mythical tales, but they seem to have been based on an art known worldwide that allowed a magician to take on a form that wasn’t their own, tricking their closest friends. In the history of Genghis Khan, there is a mention of a city he conquered— “in which lived,” says Suidas, “certain men who had the secret of surrounding themselves with deceptive appearances, so much so that they could present themselves to people in forms different from their true selves.” Saxo Grammaticus, when discussing the traditions related to the religion of Odin, says that “the magicians were very skilled at deceiving the eyes, being able to assume, and even allow others to assume, the forms of various objects, while hiding their true natures under the most appealing appearances.”

John of Salisbury, who seems to have drawn his information from sources now lost, says that Mercury, the most expert of magicians, had the art of fascinating the eyes of men to such a degree as to render people invisible, or make them appear in forms quite different to what they really bore. We also learn from an eye-witness that Simon, the magician, possessed the secret of making another person resemble him so perfectly that every eye was deceived. Pomponius Mela affirms that the druidesses of the island of Sena could transform themselves into any animal they chose, and Proteus has become a proverb by his numerous metamorphoses.

John of Salisbury, who seems to have gathered his information from now-lost sources, says that Mercury, the most skilled magician, had the ability to captivate people's eyes so much that he could make them invisible or change their appearance entirely. We also learn from an eyewitness that Simon, the magician, had the secret of making another person look exactly like him, deceiving everyone's eyes. Pomponius Mela claims that the druidesses of the island of Sena could turn themselves into any animal they wanted, and Proteus has become a saying because of his many transformations.

Then, to turn to another age and another hemisphere, we find Joseph Acosta, who resided a long time in Peru, assuring us that there existed at that period magicians who had the power of assuming any form they chose. He relates that the predecessor of Montezuma, having sent to arrest a certain chief, the latter successively transformed himself into an eagle, a tiger, and an immense serpent; and so eluded the envoys, till, having consented to obey the king’s mandate, he was carried to court and instantly executed.

Then, shifting to another time and another part of the world, we come across Joseph Acosta, who lived in Peru for a long time, stating that there were magicians back then who could change into any form they wanted. He tells the story of Montezuma's predecessor, who sent people to capture a certain chief. This chief managed to transform himself into an eagle, a tiger, and a massive serpent to escape the envoys. Finally, when he agreed to follow the king's order, he was taken to court and executed on the spot.

The same perplexing exploits are confidently attributed to the magicians of the West Indies; and there were two men eminent among the natives, the one called Gomez and the other Gonzalez, who possessed this art in an eminent degree; but both fell victims to the practice of it, being shot during the period of their apparent transformations.

The same confusing feats are confidently credited to the magicians of the West Indies; and there were two men notable among the locals, one named Gomez and the other Gonzalez, who were highly skilled in this art; however, both became victims of their own practice, getting shot during their apparent transformations.

It is also recorded that Nanuk, the founder of the Sikhs—who are not properly a nation, but a religious sect—was violently opposed by the Hindoo zealots; and at one period of his career, when he visited Vatala, the Yogiswaras—who were recluses, that, by means of corporeal mortifications, were supposed to have acquired command over the powers of nature—were so enraged against him, that they strove to terrify him by their enchantments, assuming the shapes of tigers and serpents. But they could not succeed, for Nanuk appears to have been a real philosopher, who taught a pure theism, and inculcated universal peace and toleration. His tenets, like the tenets of the founders of all religions, have been since corrupted by his followers. We can scarcely avoid concluding that the power by which these feats were performed is of the same nature as that by which a magnetiser persuades his patient that the water he drinks is beer, or the beer wine; and the analogy between it and that by which I have supposed a spirit to present himself, with such accompaniments as he desires, to the eye of a spectator, is evident. In those instances where female figures are seen with children in their arm, the appearance of the child we must suppose to be produced in this manner.

It is also recorded that Nanuk, the founder of the Sikhs—who are not exactly a nation, but a religious group—was strongly opposed by Hindu zealots. At one point in his life, when he visited Vatala, the Yogiswaras—who were recluses believed to have gained control over nature through severe physical discipline—were so furious with him that they tried to frighten him with their magic, taking on the forms of tigers and snakes. But they were unsuccessful, as Nanuk seems to have been a true philosopher who taught pure theism and promoted universal peace and tolerance. His teachings, like those of the founders of all religions, have since been distorted by his followers. We can hardly avoid concluding that the power behind these acts is similar to that which allows a hypnotist to convince their subject that the water they drink is beer or that the beer is wine; the similarity to what I’ve suggested about a spirit presenting itself, along with whatever it wishes, to the eye of a witness, is clear. In cases where female figures are seen with children in their arms, we must suppose that the appearance of the child is created in this manner.

Spirits of darkness, however, can not, as I have before observed, appear as spirits of light; the moral nature can not be disguised. On one occasion, when Frederica Hauffe asked a spirit if he could appear in what form he pleased, he answered “No”—that if he had lived as a brute, he should appear as a brute: “as our dispositions are, so we appear to you.”

Spirits of darkness, however, cannot, as I have noted before, show up as spirits of light; their true moral nature can’t be hidden. One time, when Frederica Hauffe asked a spirit if he could take any form he wanted, he replied, “No”—that if he had lived like a brute, he would show up as a brute: “we appear to you as our true selves.”

This plastic power is exhibited in those instances I have related, where the figure appeared dripping with water, indicating the kind of death that had been suffered; and also in such cases as that of Sir Robert H. E⁠——, where the apparition showed a wound in his breast. There are a vast number of similar ones on record in all countries;—but I will here mention one which I received from the lips of a member of the family concerned, wherein one of the trivial actions of life was curiously represented.

This plastic power is shown in the examples I shared, where the figure seemed to be dripping with water, pointing to the kind of death that had occurred; and also in cases like that of Sir Robert H. E⁠——, where the ghost displayed a wound in his chest. There are many similar instances documented in various countries;—but I will mention one that I heard directly from a family member involved, where one of life's simple actions was oddly represented.

Miss L⁠—— lived in the country with her three brothers, to whom she was much attached, as they were to her. These young men, who amused themselves all the morning with their out-door pursuits, were in the habit of coming to her apartment most days before dinner, and conversing with her till they were summoned to the dining-room. One day, when two of them had joined her as usual, and they were chatting cheerfully over the fire, the door opened, and the third came in, crossed the room, entered an adjoining one, took off his boots, and then, instead of sitting down beside them as usual, passed again through the room, went out, leaving the door open, and they saw him ascend the stairs toward his own chamber, whither they concluded he was gone to change his dress. These proceedings had been observed by the whole party: they saw him enter—saw him take off his boots—saw him ascend the stairs,—continuing the conversation, without the slightest suspicion of anything extraordinary. Presently afterward the dinner was announced; and as this young man did not make his appearance, the servant was desired to let him know they were waiting for him. The servant answered that he had not come in yet; but, being told that he would find him in his bed-room, he went up stairs to call him. He was, however, not there nor in the house; nor were his boots to be found where he had been seen to take them off. While they were yet wondering what could have become of him, a neighbor arrived to break the news to the family that their beloved brother had been killed while hunting, and that the only wish he expressed was that he could live to see his sister once more.

Miss L⁠—— lived in the countryside with her three brothers, with whom she was very close, just as they were to her. These young men spent their mornings engaged in outdoor activities and usually visited her room before dinner, chatting with her until they were called to the dining room. One day, when two of them had joined her as usual and they were happily talking by the fire, the door opened, and the third brother walked in, crossed the room, entered an adjacent room, took off his boots, and then, instead of sitting down with them like he normally did, walked back through the room and out, leaving the door open. They saw him go upstairs to his own room, where they assumed he was changing his clothes. Everyone noticed what he did: they saw him enter, saw him take off his boots, and saw him go upstairs, all while continuing their conversation without any suspicion of anything unusual. Shortly after, dinner was announced, and when this young man didn’t show up, they asked the servant to let him know they were waiting. The servant replied that he hadn’t come back inside yet, but when they told him to check in the bedroom, he went upstairs to call him. However, he wasn’t there or anywhere in the house, nor were his boots where they had seen him take them off. While they were still wondering what could have happened to him, a neighbor arrived to inform the family that their beloved brother had been killed while hunting, and the only wish he expressed was to see his sister one last time.

I observed in a former chapter, while speaking of wraiths, now very desirable it would be to ascertain whether the phenomenon takes place before or after the dissolution of the bond between soul and body: I have since received the most entire satisfaction on that head, so far as the establishing the fact that it does sometimes occur after the dissolution. Three cases have been presented to me, from the most undoubted authority, in which the wraith was seen at intervals varying from one to three days after the decease of the person whose image it was; very much complicating the difficulty of that theory which considers these phenomena the result of an interaction, wherein the vital principle of one person is able to influence another within its sphere, and thus make the organs of that other the subjects of its will—a magical power, by the way, which far exceeds that which we possess over our own organs. There is here, however, where death has taken place, no living organism to produce the effect, and the phenomenon becomes, therefore, purely subjective—a mere spectral illusion, attended by a coincidence, or else the influence is that of the disembodied spirit; and those who will take the trouble of investigating this subject will find that the number of these coincidences would violate any theory of probabilities, to a degree that precludes the acceptance of that explanation. I do not see, therefore, on what we are to fall back, except it be the willing agency of the released spirit, unless we suppose that the operation of the will of the dying person travelled so slowly, that it did not take effect till a day or two after it was exerted—an hypothesis too extravagant to be admitted.

I mentioned in a previous chapter, while talking about wraiths, how interesting it would be to figure out whether this phenomenon happens before or after the connection between the soul and body breaks. I've since found complete clarity on this, confirming that it sometimes occurs after the connection ends. I've come across three cases, from very reliable sources, where a wraith was seen at intervals ranging from one to three days after the person it resembled had died. This complicates the theory that these phenomena are the result of one person's vital force impacting another within its range, thus allowing that other person’s body to respond to its will—a magical ability that far surpasses what we have over our own bodies. However, in this case, since death has occurred, there’s no living organism to create the effect, so the phenomenon becomes purely subjective—a mere visual illusion, accompanied by a coincidence. Alternatively, it could be the influence of the disembodied spirit. Those who investigate this topic will find that the number of coincidences involved challenges any probability theory to a point where it can't be accepted as a valid explanation. Therefore, I don’t see what else we could conclude, except that it involves the willing action of the released spirit, unless we propose that the will of the dying person moved so slowly that it didn’t take effect until a day or two later—an idea that's too far-fetched to be taken seriously.

Dr. Passavent, whose very philosophical work on this occult department of nature is well worth attention, considers the fact of these appearances far too well established to be disputed; and he enters into some curious disquisitions with regard to what the Germans call far-working, or the power of acting on bodies at a distance without any sensible conductor, instancing the case of a gymnotus, which was kept alive for four months in Stockholm, and which, when urged by hunger, could kill fish at a distance without contact, adding that it rarely miscalculated the amount of the shock necessary to its purpose. These and all such effects are attributed by this school of physiologists to the supposed imponderable—the nervous ether I have elsewhere mentioned—which Dr. Passavent conceives, in cases of somnambulism, certain sicknesses, and the approach of death, to be less closely united to its material conductors, the nerves, and therefore capable of being more or less detached, and acting at a distance, especially on those with whom relationship, friendship, or love, establishes a rapport, or polarity; and he observes that intervening substances or distance can no more impede this agency than they do the agency of mineral magnetism. And he considers that we must here seek for the explanation of those curious so-called coincidences of pictures falling, and clocks and watches stopping, at the moment of a death, which we frequently find recorded.

Dr. Passavent, whose philosophical work on this mysterious aspect of nature is definitely worth noting, believes that the reality of these occurrences is too well established to be questioned. He explores some interesting discussions about what the Germans refer to as remote work, which is the ability to influence things at a distance without any noticeable conductor. He cites the example of a gymnotus, which survived for four months in Stockholm and could kill fish from a distance when it was hungry, noting that it rarely misjudged the amount of shock needed to achieve its goal. This and similar phenomena are attributed by this group of physiologists to what they consider an imponderable—the nervous ether I've mentioned elsewhere. Dr. Passavent believes that, in cases of sleepwalking, certain illnesses, and the moments leading up to death, this ether is less tightly connected to its material conductors, the nerves, and thus can detach more easily and act at a distance, particularly on those with whom there is a connection through relationship, friendship, or love. He points out that intervening objects or distance can hardly impede this influence, just like they don't affect the operation of mineral magnetism. He thinks that we should look for the explanation of those strange so-called coincidences, like pictures falling or clocks and watches stopping at the moment of a death, which are often reported.

With respect to the wraiths, he observes that the more the ether is freed, as by trance or the immediate approach of death, the more easily the soul sets itself in rapport with distant persons; and that thus it either acts magically, so that the seer perceives the real actual body of the person that is acting upon him, or else that he sees the ethereal body, which presents the perfect form of the fleshly one, and which, while the organic life proceeds, can be momentarily detached and appear elsewhere; and this ethereal body he holds to be the fundamental form, of which the external body is only the copy, or husk.

Regarding the wraiths, he notes that the more the ether is released, such as through trance or the imminent approach of death, the easier it is for the soul to connect with distant people; and thus it either works magically, allowing the seer to perceive the actual physical body of the person influencing him, or he sees the ethereal body, which perfectly resembles the physical one and can be temporarily detached and appear somewhere else while the organic life continues; and he considers this ethereal body to be the essential form, of which the external body is merely a copy or shell.

I confess, I much prefer this theory of Dr. Passavent’s, which seems to me to go very much to the root of the matter. We have here the “spiritual body” of St. Paul, and the “nerve-spirit” of the somnambulists, and their magical effects are scarcely more extraordinary, if properly considered, than their agency on our own material bodies. It is this ethereal body which obeys the intelligent spirit within, and which is the intermediate agent between the spirit and the fleshly body. We here find the explanation of wraiths, while persons are in trance, or deep sleep, or comatose, this ethereal body can be detached and appear elsewhere; and I think there can be no great difficulty for those who can follow us so far, to go a little further, and admit that this ethereal body must be indestructible, and survive the death of the material one; and that it may, therefore, not only become visible to us under given circumstances, but that it may, also, produce effects bearing some similarity to those it was formerly capable of, since, in acting on our bodies during life, it is already acting on a material substance in a manner so incomprehensible to us, that we might well apply the word magical when speaking of it, were it not that custom has familiarized us to the marvel.

I have to say, I really prefer Dr. Passavent’s theory, which seems to address the core of the issue. Here we have St. Paul’s “spiritual body” and the “nerve-spirit” of the somnambulists, and their magical effects are hardly more extraordinary, if you think about it properly, than their influence on our own material bodies. It’s this ethereal body that follows the commands of the intelligent spirit within, serving as the bridge between spirit and physical body. This offers an explanation for wraiths; when people are in a trance, deep sleep, or a coma, this ethereal body can detach and appear somewhere else. I think it’s not too much of a stretch for those who can follow us this far to go a little further and accept that this ethereal body must be indestructible and survive the death of the physical one. Therefore, it could not only become visible to us under certain conditions, but it might also produce effects somewhat similar to those it was capable of before, since, while acting on our bodies during life, it is already interacting with a material substance in a way that's so beyond our understanding that we could easily call it enchanting, if we weren’t so used to the wonder of it.

It is to be observed, that this idea of a spiritual body is one that pervaded all Christendom in the earlier and purer ages of Christianity, before priestcraft—and by priestcraft I mean the priestcraft of all denominations—had overshadowed and obscured, by its various sectarian heresies, the pure teaching of Jesus Christ.

It’s important to note that the concept of a spiritual body was widespread throughout all of Christianity in the early, more genuine days of the faith, before the influence of priestcraft—and by priestcraft, I mean the manipulation by all denominations—had overshadowed and confused the pure teachings of Jesus Christ with its many sectarian errors.

Dr. Ennemoser mentions a curious instance of this actio in distans, or far-working. It appears that Van Helmont having asserted that it was possible for a man to extinguish the life of an animal by the eye alone (oculis intentis), Rousseau, the naturalist, repeated the experiment, when in the East, and in this manner killed several toads; but on a subsequent occasion, while trying the same experiment at Lyons, the animal, on finding it could not escape, fixed its eyes immovably on him, so that he fell into a fainting fit, and was thought to be dead. He was restored by means of theriacum and viper powder—a truly homeopathic remedy! However, we here probably see the origin of the universal popular persuasion, that there is some mysterious property in the eye of a toad; and also of the so called, superstition of the evil eye.

Dr. Ennemoser talks about an interesting case of action at a distance, or遠行動. It seems that Van Helmont claimed that a person could kill an animal just by looking at it (focused eyes). Rousseau, the naturalist, tried this experiment while in the East and managed to kill several toads this way. However, when he attempted the same experiment in Lyons later on, the toad, unable to escape, stared back at him without moving. This caused him to faint, and people thought he was dead. He was revived with theriacum and viper powder—a truly homeopathic remedy! This likely explains the widespread belief that there is some mysterious power in a toad's eye, as well as the superstition surrounding the evil eye.

A very remarkable circumstance occurred some years ago, at Kirkaldy, when a person, for whose truth and respectability I can vouch, was living in the family of a Colonel M⁠——, at that place. The house they inhabited was at one extremity of the town, and stood in a sort of paddock. One evening when Colonel M⁠—— had dined out, and there was nobody at home but Mrs. M⁠——, her son (a boy about twelve years old), and Ann the maid (my informant), Mrs. M⁠—— called the latter, and directed her attention to a soldier, who was walking backward and forward in the drying ground, behind the house, where some linen was hanging on the lines. She said she wondered what he could be doing there, and bade Ann fetch in the linen, lest he should purloin any of it. The girl, fearing he might be some ill-disposed person, felt afraid; Mrs. M⁠——, however, promising to watch from the window, that nothing happened to her, she went; but still apprehensive of the man’s intentions, she turned her back toward him, and hastily pulling down the linen, she carried it into the house; he continuing his walk the while, as before, taking no notice of her whatever. Ere long the colonel returned, and Mrs. M⁠—— lost no time in taking him to the window to look at the man, saying she could not conceive what he could mean by walking backward and forward there all that time; whereupon Ann added, jestingly, “I think it’s a ghost, for my part!” Colonel M⁠—— said “he would soon see that,” and calling a large dog that was lying in the room, and accompanied by the little boy, who begged to be permitted to go also, he stepped out and approached the stranger; when, to his surprise, the dog, which was an animal of high courage, instantly flew back, and sprung through the glass-door, which the colonel had closed behind him, shivering the panes all around.

A really unusual thing happened a few years ago in Kirkaldy. A person I can trust and vouch for was living with the family of Colonel M⁠—— there. Their house was at one end of town, situated in a small paddock. One evening, while Colonel M⁠—— was out for dinner, only Mrs. M⁠——, her twelve-year-old son, and Ann the maid (who told me this story) were home. Mrs. M⁠—— called Ann over and pointed out a soldier walking back and forth in the drying area behind the house, where some laundry was hanging. She wondered what he was doing there and asked Ann to bring in the laundry in case he tried to steal any of it. Ann, worried that he might be up to no good, felt scared. However, Mrs. M⁠—— promised to keep an eye on her from the window, so she went outside. Still anxious about the soldier's intentions, she faced away from him and quickly pulled down the laundry, taking it into the house while he continued to walk back and forth, completely ignoring her. Before long, the colonel returned, and Mrs. M⁠—— wasted no time in taking him to the window to look at the man, expressing her confusion about why he was lingering there. Ann jokingly chimed in, "I think it’s a ghost!" Colonel M⁠—— replied that he would soon find out. He called a large, courageous dog that was resting in the room and, along with the little boy who wanted to join, he stepped outside to confront the stranger. To his surprise, the dog, known for its bravery, immediately dashed back inside, crashing through the glass door that the colonel had just shut behind him, shattering the panes all around.

The colonel, meantime, advanced and challenged the man, repeatedly, without obtaining any answer or notice whatever, till, at length, getting irritated, he raised a weapon with which he had armed himself, telling him he “must speak or take the consequences,” when, just as he was preparing to strike, lo! there was nobody there! The soldier had disappeared, and the child sunk senseless to the ground. Colonel M⁠—— lifted the boy in his arms, and as he brought him into the house, he said to the girl, “You are right, Ann; it was a ghost!” He was exceedingly impressed with this circumstance, and much regretted his own behavior, and also the having taken the child with him, which he thought had probably prevented some communication that was intended. In order to repair, if possible, these errors, he went out every night, and walked on that spot for some time, in hopes the apparition would return. At length he said that he had seen and conversed with it; but the purport of the conversation he would never communicate to any human being, not even to his wife. The effect of this occurrence on his own character was perceptible to everybody that knew him. He became grave and thoughtful, and appeared like one who had passed through some strange experience. The above-named Ann H⁠——, from whom I have the account, is now a middle-aged woman. When the circumstance occurred, she was about twenty years of age. She belongs to a highly-respectable family, and is, and always has been, a person of unimpeachable character and veracity.

The colonel walked up and confronted the man, repeatedly, without getting any response or even a glance, until finally, growing frustrated, he raised the weapon he had with him and told him he “must speak or face the consequences.” Just as he was about to strike, suddenly! there was no one there! The soldier had vanished, and the child collapsed unconscious on the ground. Colonel M⁠—— picked the boy up in his arms and, as he carried him into the house, he said to the girl, “You were right, Ann; it was a ghost!” He was deeply affected by this event and regretted his own actions, as well as taking the child with him, thinking it had probably stopped some intended communication. To make up for these mistakes, he went out every night and walked on that same spot for a while, hoping the ghost would come back. Eventually, he claimed that he had seen and talked to it, but he never revealed the content of their conversation to anyone, not even to his wife. The impact of this experience was noticeable to everyone who knew him. He became serious and contemplative, appearing as if he had gone through something extraordinary. The aforementioned Ann H⁠——, from whom I got the story, is now a middle-aged woman. At the time of the event, she was about twenty years old. She comes from a very respectable family and has always been a person of unquestionable character and honesty.

In this instance, as in several others I meet with, the animal had a consciousness of the nature of the appearance, while the persons around him had no suspicion of anything unusual. In the following singular case we must conclude that attachment counteracted this instinctive apprehension. A farmer in Argyleshire lost his wife, and a few weeks after her decease, as he and his son were crossing a moor, they saw her sitting on a stone, with their house-dog lying at her feet, exactly as he used to do when she was alive. As they approached the spot the woman vanished, and supposing the dog must be equally visionary, they expected to see him vanish, also; when, to their surprise, he rose and joined them, and they found it was actually the very animal of flesh and blood. As the place was at least three miles from any house, they could not conceive what could have taken him there. It was, probably, the influence of her will.

In this case, as in several others I've encountered, the animal was aware of the nature of the sighting, while the people around him had no idea anything was unusual. In the following unusual instance, we have to conclude that attachment countered this instinctive fear. A farmer in Argyleshire lost his wife, and a few weeks after her death, he and his son were crossing a moor when they saw her sitting on a stone, with their house dog lying at her feet, just like he used to when she was alive. As they got closer, the woman disappeared, and assuming the dog must also be an illusion, they expected him to vanish too; to their surprise, he stood up and joined them, and they realized it was actually the real dog. Since the area was at least three miles from any house, they couldn't figure out how he got there. It was likely the influence of her will.

The power of will is a phenomenon that has been observed in all ages of the world, though of late years much less than at an earlier period; and, as it was then more frequently exerted for evil than good, it was looked upon as a branch of the art of black magic, while the philosophy of it being unknown, the devil was supposed to be the real agent, and the witch, or wizard, only his instrument. The profound belief in the existence of this art is testified by the twelve tables of Rome, as well as by the books of Moses, and those of Plato, &c. It is extremely absurd to suppose that all these statutes were enacted to suppress a crime which never existed: and, with regard to these witches and wizards, we must remember, as Dr. Ennemoser justly remarks, that the force of will has no relation to the strength or weakness of the body: witness the extraordinary feats occasionally performed by feeble persons under excitement, &c.; and, although these witches and wizards were frequently weak, decrepit people, they either believed in their own arts, or else that they had a friend or coadjutor in the devil, who was able and willing to aid them. They, therefore, did not doubt their own power, and they had the one great requisite, faith. To will and to believe, was the explanation given by the Marquis de Puységur of the cures he performed; and this unconsciously becomes the recipe of all such men as Greatrix, the Shepherd of Dresden, and many other wonder-workers, and hence we see why it is usually the humble, the simple and the child-like, the solitary, the recluse, nay, the ignorant, who exhibit traces of these occult faculties; for he who can not believe can not will, and the skepticism of the intellect disables the magician; and hence we say, also, wherefore, in certain parts of the world and in certain periods of its history, these powers and practices have prevailed. They were believed in because they existed; and they existed because they were believed in. There was a continued interaction of cause and effect—of faith and works. People who look superficially at these things, delight in saying that the more the witches were persecuted the more they abounded; and that when the persecution ceased we heard no more of them. Naturally, the more they were persecuted the more they believed in witchcraft and in themselves; when persecution ceased, and men in authority declared that there was no such thing as witchcraft or witches, they lost their faith, and with it that little sovereignty over nature that that faith had conquered.

The power of will is something that has been noticed throughout history, although it seems to be observed less in recent years than before. At that time, it was often used for evil rather than good, which caused it to be seen as a part of black magic. Because the philosophy behind it was not understood, people believed the devil was the true force behind it, while witches and wizards were just his tools. The strong belief in this practice is supported by the twelve tables of Rome, as well as the books of Moses and those by Plato, etc. It's completely unreasonable to think that all these laws were made to punish a crime that never happened. Regarding these witches and wizards, we must remember, as Dr. Ennemoser rightly points out, that the power of will isn't tied to the physical strength or weakness of the body. Look at the amazing things that frail individuals can do in moments of excitement, etc. Even though many of these witches and wizards were often weak and frail, they either believed in their own powers or thought they had a supportive friend in the devil who could and would help them. Therefore, they had no doubt about their abilities, and they possessed the crucial quality of belief. To will and believe was how the Marquis de Puységur explained the healings he accomplished, and this unwittingly became the formula for those like Greatrix, the Shepherd of Dresden, and many other miracle workers. This is why we often see the humble, the simple, the child-like, the solitary, the reclusive, and even the ignorant displaying signs of these hidden talents. A person who can’t believe cannot will, and intellectual skepticism hinders the magician's abilities. This also explains why, in certain parts of the world and during specific historical periods, these powers and practices flourished. They were believed in because they existed, and they existed because people believed in them. There was a continuous loop of cause and effect—of faith and action. Those who take a superficial view of these matters enjoy saying that the more witches were persecuted, the more they multiplied, and that when the persecution stopped, they were no longer heard of. Naturally, the more they were persecuted, the more they had faith in witchcraft and in themselves. When the persecution ended, and authorities claimed that witchcraft and witches did not exist, they lost their faith along with that little control over nature that faith had granted them.

Here we also see an explanation of the power attributed to blessings and curses. The Word of God is creative, and man is the child of God, made in his image; who never outgrows his childhood, and is often most a child when he thinks himself the wisest, for “the wisdom of this world,” we can not too often repeat, “is foolishness before God”—and being a child, his faculties are feeble in proportion; but though limited in amount, they are divine in kind, and are latent in all of us; still shooting up here and there, to amaze and perplex the wise, and make merry the foolish, who have nearly all alike forgotten their origin, and disowned their birthright.

Here, we also see an explanation of the power behind blessings and curses. The Word of God is creative, and humans are God's children, made in His image; they never fully outgrow their childhood and often act the most childish when they think they are the wisest. As we can’t say enough, “the wisdom of this world” is “foolishness before God”—and being a child, one’s abilities are weak in comparison. However, even though they are limited in quantity, they are divine in nature and exist in all of us; still emerging here and there, to amaze and confuse the wise, and to entertain the foolish, who have largely forgotten their origins and rejected their divine inheritance.


CHAPTER XII.

TROUBLED SPIRITS.

A very curious circumstance, illustrative of the power of will, was lately narrated to me by a Greek gentleman, to whose uncle it occurred. His uncle, Mr. M⁠——, was some years ago travelling in Magnesia with a friend, when they arrived one evening at a caravanserai, where they found themselves unprovided with anything to eat. It was therefore agreed that one should go forth and endeavor to procure food; and the friend offering to undertake the office, Mr. M⁠—— stretched himself on the floor to repose. Some time had elapsed, and his friend had not yet returned, when his attention was attracted by a whispering in the room. He looked up, but saw nobody, though still the whispering continued, seeming to go round by the wall. At length it approached him; but though he felt a burning sensation on his cheek, and heard the whispering distinctly, he could not catch the words. Presently he heard the footsteps of his friend, and thought he was returning; but though they appeared to come quite close to him, and it was perfectly light, he still saw nobody. Then he felt a strange sensation—an irresistible impulse to rise: he felt himself drawn up, across the room, out of the door, down the stairs—he must go, he could not help it—to the gate of the caravanserai, a little farther; and there he found the dead body of his friend, who had been suddenly assailed and cut down by robbers, unhappily too plenty in the neighborhood at that period.

A lot strange situation that shows the power of will was recently shared with me by a Greek gentleman, whose uncle experienced it. His uncle, Mr. M⁠——, was traveling in Magnesia with a friend a few years ago when they arrived one evening at a caravanserai and found themselves without any food. They decided that one of them should go out and try to find something to eat. The friend volunteered for the task, so Mr. M⁠—— lay down on the floor to rest. After some time had passed and his friend still hadn’t returned, he noticed some whispering in the room. He looked up but didn’t see anyone, yet the whispering continued, circling around the walls. Eventually, it got closer to him, and although he felt a burning sensation on his cheek and heard the whisper clearly, he couldn’t make out the words. Soon, he heard footsteps that he thought were his friend returning; however, even though they sounded like they were right next to him and the room was well-lit, he still didn’t see anyone. Then he felt a strange sensation—an overwhelming urge to get up: he felt himself created, across the room, out the door, down the stairs—he was compelled to go, he couldn’t resist it—to the gate of the caravanserai, and there he discovered the lifeless body of his friend, who had been unexpectedly attacked and killed by robbers, unfortunately quite common in the area at that time.

We here see the desire of the spirit to communicate his fate to the survivor; the imperfection of the rapport, or the receptivity, which prevented a more direct intercourse; and the exertion of a magnetic influence, which Mr. M⁠—— could not resist, precisely similar to that of a living magnetizer over his patient.

We can see the spirit's desire to share his fate with the survivor; the flaw in the connection or the ability to receive, which kept them from communicating more directly; and the strong magnetic pull that Mr. M⁠—— couldn't resist, just like a living magnetizer has over his patient.

There is a story extant in various English collections, the circumstances of which are said to have occurred about the middle of the last century, and which I shall here mention, on account of its similarity to the one that follows it.

There is a story that exists in various English collections, said to have taken place around the middle of the last century, and I will mention it here because it is similar to the one that follows.

Dr. Bretton, who was, late in life, appointed rector of Ludgate, lived previously in Herefordshire, where he married the daughter of Dr. Santer, a woman of great piety and virtue. This lady died; and one day, as a former servant of hers—to whom she had been attached, and who had since married—was nursing her child in her own cottage, the door opened, and a lady entered so exactly resembling the late Mrs. Bretton in dress and appearance, that she exclaimed: “If my mistress were not dead, I should think you were she!” Whereupon the apparition told her that she was, and requested her to go with her, as she had business of importance to communicate. Alice objected, being very much frightened, and entreated her to address herself rather to Dr. Bretton; but Mrs. B. answered that she had endeavored to do so, and had been several times in his room for that purpose, but he was still asleep, and she had no power to do more toward awakening him than once uncover his feet. Alice then pleaded that she had nobody to leave with her child; but Mrs. B. promising that the child should sleep till her return, she at length obeyed the summons; and having accompanied the apparition into a large field, the latter bade her observe how much she measured off with her feet, and, having taken a considerable compass, she bade her go and tell her brother that all that portion had been wrongfully taken from the poor by their father, and that he must restore it to them, adding that she was the more concerned about it, since her name had been used in the transaction. Alice then asking how she should satisfy the gentleman of the truth of her mission, Mrs. B. mentioned to her some circumstance known only to herself and this brother; she then entered into much discourse with the woman, and gave her a great deal of good advice, remaining till, hearing the sound of horse-bells, she said: “Alice, I must be seen by none but yourself,” and then disappeared. Whereupon Alice proceeded to Dr. Bretton, who admitted that he had actually heard some one walking about his room, in a way he could not account for. On mentioning the thing to the brother, he laughed heartily, till Alice communicated the secret which constituted her credentials, upon which he changed his tone, and declared himself ready to make the required restitution.

Dr. Bretton, who was appointed rector of Ludgate later in life, had previously lived in Herefordshire, where he married Dr. Santer’s daughter, a woman known for her deep faith and virtue. This woman passed away, and one day, as a former servant of hers—who had been close to her and had since gotten married—was nursing her child in her cottage, the door opened, and a lady entered who looked so much like the late Mrs. Bretton in both dress and appearance that she exclaimed, “If my mistress were not dead, I would think you were her!” The apparition then revealed that she was indeed Mrs. Bretton and asked the servant to come with her, as she had something important to discuss. Alice was frightened and insisted that the apparition should speak to Dr. Bretton instead, but Mrs. Bretton replied that she had tried to do that and had been in his room several times for that purpose, but he was still asleep, and she could only uncover his feet to try to wake him. Alice then said she couldn’t leave her child alone, but Mrs. Bretton assured her that the child would sleep until her return. Eventually, Alice followed the apparition into a large field, where Mrs. Bretton instructed her to take note of how much she measured out with her feet. After covering a significant distance, she told Alice to inform her brother that all that land had been wrongfully taken from the poor by their father and that he needed to give it back, adding that she was particularly concerned since her name had been used in the matter. When Alice asked how she should prove the truth of her message to the gentleman, Mrs. Bretton revealed some detail known only to herself and his brother. They conversed extensively, with Mrs. Bretton giving Alice plenty of good advice, and just as Alice heard the sound of horse-bells, Mrs. Bretton said, “Alice, I can only be seen by you,” before disappearing. Alice then went to Dr. Bretton, who admitted that he had indeed heard someone walking around his room in a way he couldn’t explain. When Alice told the brother about the incident, he laughed heartily, until she shared the detail that verified her credentials. His demeanor then shifted, and he stated that he was ready to make the necessary restitution.

Dr. Bretton seems to have made no secret of this story, but to have related it to various persons; and I think it is somewhat in its favor, that it exhibits a remarkable instance of the various degrees of receptivity of different individuals, where there was no suspicion of the cause, nor any attempt made to explain why Mrs. Bretton could not communicate her wishes to her husband as easily as to Alice. The promising that the child should sleep, was promising no more than many a magnetiser could fulfil. There are several curious stories extant, of lame and suffering persons suddenly recovering, who attributed their restoration to the visit of an apparition which had stroked their limbs, &c.; and these are the more curious from the fact that they occurred before Mesmer’s time, when people in general knew nothing of vital magnetism. Dr. Binns quotes the case of a person named Jacob Olaffson, a resident in some small island subject to Denmark, who, after lying very ill for a fortnight, was found quite well, which he accounted for by saying that a person in shining clothes had come to him in the night and stroked him with his hand, whereupon he was presently healed. But the stroking is not always necessary, since we know that the eye and the will can produce the same effect.

Dr. Bretton doesn't seem to hide this story; he has shared it with various people. I think it's somewhat impressive because it shows how different individuals have varying levels of receptivity, without any suspicion about the cause or any attempt to explain why Mrs. Bretton could communicate her wishes to her husband less easily than to Alice. Promising that the child would sleep was no more than what many a magnetizer could achieve. There are several intriguing stories out there about lame and suffering individuals who suddenly recovered, claiming their healing was due to a visit from an apparition that stroked their limbs, etc. These tales are even more fascinating because they happened before Mesmer's time when most people knew nothing about vital magnetism. Dr. Binns mentions the case of a man named Jacob Olaffson, who lived on a small Danish-controlled island. After being very ill for two weeks, he was found completely well. He explained his recovery by saying that a person in shining clothes had come to him at night and stroked him with their hand, resulting in his quick healing. However, stroking isn't always necessary since we know that the eye and the will can create similar effects.

The other case to which I alluded, as similar to that of Mrs. Bretton, occurred in Germany, and is related by Dr. Kerner.

The other case I mentioned, which is similar to Mrs. Bretton's situation, happened in Germany and is described by Dr. Kerner.

The late Mr. L⁠—— St. ——, he says, quitted this world with an excellent reputation, being at the time superintendent of an institution for the relief of the poor in B⁠——. His son inherited his property, and, in acknowledgment of the faithful services of his father’s old housekeeper, he took her into his family and established her in a country-house, a few miles from B⁠——, which formed part of his inheritance. She had been settled there but a short time, when she was awakened in the night, she knew not how, and saw a tall, haggard-looking man in her room, who was rendered visible to her by a light that seemed to issue from himself. She drew the bed-clothes over her head; but, as this apparition appeared to her repeatedly, she became so much alarmed that she mentioned it to her master, begging permission to resign her situation. He however laughed at her—told her it must be all imagination—and promised to sleep in the adjoining apartment, in order that she might call him whenever this terror seized her. He did so; but, when the spectre returned, she was so much oppressed with horror that she found it impossible to raise her voice. Her master then advised her to inquire the motive of its visits. This she did: whereupon, it beckoned her to follow, which, after some struggles, she summoned resolution to do. It then led the way down some steps to a passage, where it pointed out to her a concealed closet, which it signified to her, by signs, she should open. She represented that she had no key: whereupon, it described to her, in sufficiently articulate words, where she would find one. She procured the key, and, on opening the closet, found a small parcel, which the spirit desired her to remit to the governor of the institution for the poor, at B⁠——, with the injunction that the contents should be applied to the benefit of the inmates,—this restitution being the only means whereby he could obtain rest and peace in the other world. Having mentioned these circumstances to her master, who bade her do what she had been desired, she took the parcel to the governor and delivered it, without communicating by what means it had come into her hands. Her name was entered in their books and she was dismissed; but, after she was gone, they discovered to their surprise that the packet contained an order for thirty thousand florins, of which the late Mr. St. —— had defrauded the institution and converted to his own use.

The late Mr. L⁠—— St. —, he says, left this world with a great reputation and was the superintendent of a charity for the poor in B⁠—— at the time of his passing. His son inherited his estate and, to show gratitude for the loyal service of his father’s longtime housekeeper, he invited her to live with him and set her up in a country house a few miles from B⁠——, which was part of his inheritance. She hadn’t been there long when, one night, she was suddenly awakened by something she couldn’t explain, and saw a tall, gaunt man in her room, illuminated by a light that seemed to come from him. She pulled the bedclothes over her head; however, as this ghostly figure kept appearing, she became so frightened that she told her employer, asking to resign her position. He laughed at her—saying it was all in her imagination—and promised to sleep in the next room so she could call him if her fear returned. He did so; yet, when the specter came back, she was so overwhelmed with dread that she couldn’t raise her voice. Her employer then suggested she find out why it was visiting her. She did just that: the apparition beckoned her to follow, and after some hesitation, she found the courage to do so. It led her down some steps to a hallway, where it pointed to a hidden closet, indicating she should open it. She told it she didn’t have a key, and it gave her clear instructions on where to find one. She got the key and, when she opened the closet, she found a small package that the spirit instructed her to deliver to the governor of the charity for the poor in B⁠——, with the condition that the contents benefit the residents—this restitution being the only way he could achieve rest and peace in the afterlife. After telling her employer about this, who encouraged her to do as instructed, she took the package to the governor and handed it over, without revealing how she obtained it. Her name was noted in their records, and she was let go; but after she left, they were astonished to discover that the package contained an order for thirty thousand florins, which the late Mr. St. —— had stolen from the charity for his own use.

Mr. St. ——, jr., was now called upon to pay the money, which he refusing to do, the affair was at length referred to the authorities; and the housekeeper being arrested, he and she were confronted in the court, where she detailed the circumstances by which the parcel had come into her possession. Mr. St. —— denied the possibility of the thing, declaring the whole must be, for some purpose or other, an invention of her own. Suddenly, while making this defence, he felt a blow upon his shoulder, which caused him to start and look round, and at the same moment the housekeeper exclaimed: “See! there he stands, now—there is the ghost!” None perceived the figure excepting the woman herself and Mr. St. ——; but everybody present heard the following words: “My son, repair the injustice I have committed, that I may be at peace!” The money was paid; and Mr. St. —— was so much affected by this painful event, that he was seized with a severe illness, from which he with difficulty recovered.

Mr. St. ——, jr., was now asked to pay the money. When he refused, the matter was eventually referred to the authorities. The housekeeper was arrested, and they were brought together in court, where she explained how she had come to have the parcel. Mr. St. —— denied that it was possible, insisting that it must be some kind of fabrication on her part. Suddenly, while he was defending himself, he felt a blow on his shoulder, causing him to jump and look around. At the same moment, the housekeeper shouted, “Look! There he is—there's the ghost!” Only she and Mr. St. —— could see the figure, but everyone else in the room heard the following words: “My son, right the wrong I have done so that I may find peace!” The money was paid, and Mr. St. —— was so distressed by this troubling event that he fell seriously ill, and it took him a long time to recover.

Dr. Kerner says that these circumstances occurred in the year 1816, and created a considerable sensation at the time, though, at the earnest request of the family of Mr. St. ——, there was an attempt made to hush them up; adding, that in the month of October, 1819, he was himself assured by a very respectable citizen of B⁠——, that it was universally known in the town that the ghost of the late superintendent had appeared to the housekeeper, and pointed out to her where she would find the packet; that she had consulted the minister of her parish, who bade her deliver it as directed; that she had been subsequently arrested, and the affair brought before the authorities, where, while making his defence, Mr. St. —— had received a blow from an invisible hand; and that Mr. St. —— was so much affected by these circumstances, which got abroad in spite of the efforts to suppress them, that he did not long survive the event.

Dr. Kerner says that these events took place in 1816 and caused quite a stir at the time, although the family of Mr. St. —— earnestly requested for them to be kept quiet. He added that in October 1819, he was informed by a very respectable citizen of B⁠—— that it was common knowledge in the town that the ghost of the late superintendent had appeared to the housekeeper, showing her where to find the packet. She consulted her parish minister, who advised her to deliver it as instructed. She was later arrested, and the matter was taken to the authorities, where, while defending himself, Mr. St. —— was struck by an invisible hand. Mr. St. —— was so deeply affected by these events, which became public despite attempts to hide them, that he did not live long after.

Grose, the antiquary, makes himself very merry with the observation that ghosts do not go about their business like other people; and that in cases of murder, instead of going to the nearest justice of peace, or to the nearest relation of the deceased, a ghost addresses itself to somebody who had nothing to do with the matter, or hovers about the grave where its body is deposited. “The same circuitous mode is pursued,” he says, “with respect to redressing injured orphans or widows; where it seems as if the shortest and most certain way would be to go and haunt the person guilty of the injustice, till he were terrified into restitution.” We find the same sort of strictures made on the story of the ghost of Sir George Villiers, which—instead of going directly to his son, the duke of Buckingham, to warn him of his danger—addressed himself to an inferior person; while the warning was, after all, inefficacious, as the duke would not take counsel;—but surely such strictures are as absurd as the conduct of the ghost: at least I think there can be nothing more absurd than pretending to prescribe laws to nature, and judging of what we know so little about.

Grose, the historian, humorously points out that ghosts don’t act like regular people. When it comes to murder cases, instead of going to the nearest justice of the peace or contacting the deceased’s closest family, a ghost tends to approach someone unrelated to the situation or loiters around the grave where its body lies. “The same roundabout method is taken,” he says, “when it comes to seeking justice for harmed orphans or widows; it seems the quickest and most effective route would be to haunt the person responsible for the wrongdoing until they felt scared enough to make things right.” Similar criticisms are directed at the story of the ghost of Sir George Villiers, who—rather than going straight to his son, the Duke of Buckingham, to warn him of his peril—consulted someone of lesser importance; in the end, the warning was pointless, as the duke ignored the advice. However, such criticisms are as ridiculous as the ghost's behavior: at least I think there's nothing more foolish than trying to impose rules on nature and judging something we understand so little about.

The proceedings of the ghost in the following case will doubtless be equally displeasing to the critics. The account is extracted verbatim from a work published by the Bannatyne Club, and is entitled, “Authentic Account of the Appearance of a Ghost in Queen Ann’s County, Maryland, United States of North America, proved in the following remarkable trial, from attested notes taken in court at the time by one of the counsel.”

The events of the ghost in the following case will likely be just as unappealing to critics. The account is taken verbatim from a work published by the Bannatyne Club, titled, “Authentic Account of the Appearance of a Ghost in Queen Ann’s County, Maryland, United States of North America, proven in the following remarkable trial, based on notes taken in court at the time by one of the lawyers.”

It appears that Thomas Harris had made some alteration in the disposal of his property, immediately previous to his death; and that the family disputed the will and raised up difficulties likely to be injurious to his children.

It seems that Thomas Harris made some changes to how his property was distributed just before he died, and that the family contested the will and created challenges that could harm his children.

“William Brigs said, that he was forty-three years of age; that Thomas Harris died in September, in the year 1790. In the March following he was riding near the place where Thomas Harris was buried, on a horse formerly belonging to Thomas Harris. After crossing a small branch, his horse began to walk on very fast. It was between the hours of eight and nine o’clock in the morning. He was alone: it was a clear day. He entered a lane adjoining to the field where Thomas Harris was buried. His horse suddenly wheeled in a panel of the fence, looked over the fence into the field where Thomas Harris was buried, and neighed very loud. Witness then saw Thomas Harris coming toward him, in the same apparel he had last seen him in in his lifetime; he had on a sky-blue coat. Just before he came to the fence, he varied to the right and vanished; his horse immediately took the road. Thomas Harris came within two panels of the fence to him; he did not see his features, nor speak to him. He was acquainted with Thomas Harris when a boy, and there had always been a great intimacy between them. He thinks the horse knew Thomas Harris, because of his neighing, pricking up his ears, and looking over the fence.

“William Brigs said he was forty-three years old; that Thomas Harris passed away in September 1790. The following March, he was riding near the spot where Thomas Harris was buried, on a horse that previously belonged to Thomas Harris. After crossing a small stream, his horse started to trot quickly. It was between eight and nine in the morning. He was alone; it was a clear day. He entered a path next to the field where Thomas Harris was buried. Suddenly, his horse turned sharply next to the fence, looked over into the field where

“About the first of June following, he was ploughing in his own field, about three miles from where Thomas Harris was buried. About dusk Thomas Harris came alongside of him, and walked with him about two hundred yards. He was dressed as when first seen. He made a halt about two steps from him. J. Bailey who was ploughing along with him, came driving up, and he lost sight of the ghost. He was much alarmed: not a word was spoken. The young man Bailey did not see him; he did not tell Bailey of it. There was no motion of any particular part: he vanished. It preyed upon his mind so as to affect his health. He was with Thomas Harris when he died, but had no particular conversation with him. Some time after, he was lying in bed, about eleven and twelve o’clock at night, when he heard Thomas Harris groan; it was like the groan he gave a few minutes before he expired: Mrs. Brigs, his wife, heard the groan. She got up and searched the house: he did not, because he knew the groan to be from Thomas Harris. Some time after, when in bed, and a great fire-light in the room, he saw a shadow on the wall, and at the same time he felt a great weight upon him. Some time after, when in bed and asleep, he felt a stroke between his eyes, which blackened them both: his wife was in bed with him, and two young men were in the room. The blow awaked him, and all in the room were asleep; is certain no one in the room struck him: the blow swelled his nose. About the middle of August he was alone, coming from Hickey Collins’s, after dark, about one hour in the night, when Thomas Harris appeared, dressed as he had seen him when going down to the meeting-house branch, three miles and a half from the graveyard of Thomas Harris. It was starlight. He extended his arms over his shoulders. Does not know how long he remained in this situation. He was much alarmed. Thomas Harris disappeared. Nothing was said. He felt no weight on his shoulders. He went back to Collins’s, and got a young man to go with him. After he got home he mentioned it to the young man. He had, before this, told James Harris he had seen his brother’s ghost.

“About the first of June after, he was plowing in his own field, about three miles from where Thomas Harris was buried. Around dusk, Thomas Harris came up beside him and walked with him for about two hundred yards. He was dressed the same as when he was first seen. He stopped about two steps away from him. J. Bailey, who was plowing alongside him, drove up, and he lost sight of the ghost. He was quite alarmed; not a word was spoken. The young man Bailey didn’t see him; he didn’t tell Bailey about it. There was no motion from any specific part; he just disappeared. It weighed heavily on his mind, affecting his health. He was with Thomas Harris when he died but didn’t have any significant conversation with him. Some time later, he was lying in bed, around eleven or twelve o’clock at night, when he heard Thomas Harris groan; it sounded like the groan he made just minutes before he died. Mrs. Brigs, his wife, heard the groan as well. She got up and searched the house, but he didn’t, because he recognized that the groan came from Thomas Harris. Later, while in bed with a large fire illuminating the room, he saw a shadow on the wall and simultaneously felt a heavy weight on him. Some time after that, while in bed and asleep, he felt a blow between his eyes that bruised them both: his wife was in bed beside him, and two young men were in the room. The blow woke him up, and everyone in the room was still asleep; it was clear that no one in the room hit him: the blow made his nose swell. Around the middle of August, he was alone, coming back from Hickey Collins’s after dark, around one in the morning, when Thomas Harris appeared, dressed as he had seen him when heading toward the meeting house branch, three and a half miles from the graveyard of Thomas Harris. It was starlight. He stretched his arms over his shoulders. He doesn’t know how long he stayed in that situation. He was very alarmed. Thomas Harris vanished. Nothing was said. He felt no weight on his shoulders. He returned to Collins’s and got a young man to accompany him. After he got home, he mentioned it to the young man. Before all this, he had already told James Harris that he had seen his brother’s ghost.”

“In October, about twilight in the morning, he saw Thomas Harris about one hundred yards from the house of the witness; his head was leaned to one side; same apparel as before; his face was toward him; he walked fast and disappeared: there was nothing between them to obstruct the view; he was about fifty yards from him, and alone; he had no conception why Thomas Harris appeared to him. On the same day, about eight o’clock in the morning, he was handing up blades to John Bailey, who was stacking them; he saw Thomas Harris come along the garden fence, dressed as before; he vanished, and always to the east; was within fifteen feet of him; Bailey did not see him. An hour and a half afterward, in the same place, he again appeared, coming as before; came up to the fence; leaned on it within ten feet of the witness, who called to Bailey to look there (pointing toward Thomas Harris). Bailey asked what was there. Don’t you see Harris? Does not recollect what Bailey said. Witness advanced toward Harris. One or the other spoke as witness got over the fence on the same panel that Thomas Harris was leaning on. They walked off together about five hundred yards; a conversation took place as they walked; he has not the conversation on his memory. He could not understand Thomas Harris, his voice was so low. He asked Thomas Harris a question, and he forbid him. Witness then asked, ‘Why not go to your brother, instead of me?’ Thomas Harris said, ‘Ask me no questions.’ Witness told him his will was doubted. Thomas Harris told him to ask his brother if he did not remember the conversation which passed between them on the east side of the wheat-stacks, the day he was taken with his death-sickness; that he then declared that he wished all his property kept together by James Harris, until his children arrived at age, then the whole should be sold and divided among his children; and, should it be immediately sold, as expressed in his will, that the property would be most wanting to his children while minors, therefore he had changed his will, and said that witness should see him again. He then told witness to turn, and disappeared. He did not speak to him with the same voice as in his lifetime. He was not daunted while with Thomas Harris, but much afterward. Witness then went to James Harris and told him that he had seen his brother three times that day. Related the conversation he had with him. Asked James Harris if he remembered the conversation between him and his brother, at the wheat-stack; he said he did; then told him what had passed. Said he would fulfil his brother’s will. He was satisfied that witness had seen his brother, for that no other person knew the conversation. On the same evening, returning home about an hour before sunset, Thomas Harris appeared to him, and came alongside of him. Witness told him that his brother said he would fulfil his will. No more conversation on this subject. He disappeared. He had further conversation with Thomas Harris, but not on this subject. He was always dressed in the same manner. He had never related to any person the last conversation, and never would.

"In October, around dawn, he spotted Thomas Harris about a hundred yards from the witness's house; his head was tilted to one side; same outfit as before; his face was towards him; he walked quickly and vanished: there was nothing blocking the view; he was about fifty yards away and alone; he had no idea why Thomas Harris appeared to him. On the same day, around eight in the morning, he was passing blades to John Bailey, who was stacking them; he saw Thomas Harris walking along the garden fence, dressed as before; he disappeared, always heading east; he was within fifteen feet of him; Bailey didn’t see him. An hour and a half later, in the same spot, he appeared again, coming as before; approached the fence; leaned on it within ten feet of the witness, who called to Bailey to look there (pointing towards Thomas Harris). Bailey asked what he was talking about. “Don’t you see Harris?” The witness couldn’t recall what Bailey said. He moved closer to Harris. Either one of them spoke as the witness climbed over the fence on the same panel that Thomas Harris was leaning on. They walked off together about five hundred yards; a conversation took place as they walked; he couldn’t remember what they talked about. He found it hard to understand Thomas Harris; his voice was very low. He asked Thomas Harris a question, and Harris told him not to. The witness then asked, ‘Why not go to your brother instead of me?’ Thomas Harris said, ‘Ask me no questions.’ The witness told him he doubted his will. Thomas Harris told him to ask his brother if he remembered the conversation they had on the east side of the wheat stacks, the day he got sick; that he stated he wanted all his property kept together by James Harris until his children were of age, then the whole should be sold and divided among them; and that if it was sold immediately, as said in his will, it would be most needed by his children while they were still minors, which is why he changed his will, and said the witness would see him again. He then told the witness to turn around and vanished. He didn’t speak to him with the same voice as when he was alive. He felt no fear while with Thomas Harris, but much later on, he did. The witness then went to James Harris and told him that he had seen his brother three times that day. He shared the conversation he had with him. He asked James Harris if he remembered the conversation between him and his brother at the wheat stack; he said he did; then he told him what had transpired. He said he would fulfill his brother’s will. He was convinced that the witness had seen his brother since no one else knew about the conversation. That same evening, returning home about an hour before sunset, Thomas Harris appeared again and walked alongside him. The witness told him that his brother said he would fulfill his will. No further discussion on this topic. He disappeared. He had more conversations with Thomas Harris, but not about this topic. He was always dressed the same way. He had never shared the last conversation with anyone and never would."

“Bailey, who was sworn in the cause, declared that as he and Brigs were stacking blades, as related by Brigs, he called to witness and said, ‘Look there! Do you not see Thomas Harris?’ Witness said, ‘No.’ Brigs got over the fence, and walked some distance—appeared by his action to be in deep conversation with some person. Witness saw no one.

“Bailey, who was involved in the case, stated that while he and Brigs were stacking blades, as Brigs described, he called out to a witness and said, ‘Look there! Don’t you see Thomas Harris?’ The witness responded, ‘No.’ Brigs climbed over the fence and walked a ways—his behavior suggested he was engaged in a serious conversation with someone. The witness saw no one.”

“The counsel was extremely anxious to hear from Mr. Brigs the whole of the conversation of the ghost, and on his cross-examination took every means, without effect, to obtain it. They represented to him, as a religious man, he was bound to disclose the whole truth. He appeared agitated when applied to, declaring nothing short of life should make him reveal the whole conversation, and, claiming the protection of the court, that he had declared all he knew relative to the case.

“The lawyer was very eager to hear from Mr. Brigs everything the ghost had said, and during his cross-examination, he tried everything he could, but it was pointless, to get it. They pointed out to him, as a religious person, that he was obligated to share the full truth. He seemed upset when asked, insisting that nothing short of his life would make him reveal the entire conversation, and he sought the court's protection, saying that he had already shared everything he knew about the case."

“The court overruled the question of the counsel. Hon. James Tilgman, judge.

“The court rejected the counsel's question. Hon. James Tilgman, judge.”

“His excellency Robert Wright, late governor of Maryland, and the Hon. Joseph H. Nicholson, afterward judge of one of the courts in Maryland, were the counsel for the plaintiff.

“His Excellency Robert Wright, former governor of Maryland, and the Hon. Joseph H. Nicholson, who later became a judge in one of the courts in Maryland, represented the plaintiff.”

“John Scott and Richard T. Earl, Esqs., were counsel for the defendant.”

“John Scott and Richard T. Earl, Esqs., were the attorneys for the defendant.”

Here, as in the case of Col. M⁠——, mentioned in a former chapter, and some others I have met with, we find disclosures made that were held sacred.

Here, as with Col. M⁠——, mentioned in a previous chapter, and a few others I've encountered, we see secrets revealed that were once kept sacred.

Dr. Kerner relates the following singular story, which he declares himself to have received from the most satisfactory authority. Agnes B⁠——, being at the time eighteen years of age, was living as servant in a small inn at Undenheim, her native place. The host and hostess were quiet old people, who generally went to bed about eight o’clock, while she and the boy, the only other servant, were expected to sit up till ten, when they had to shut up the house and retire to bed also. One evening, as the host was sitting on a bench before the door, there came a beggar, requesting a night’s lodging. The host, however, refused, and bade him seek what he wanted in the village; whereon the man went away.

Dr. Kerner shares this unique story, which he insists he got from a very reliable source. Agnes B——, at the age of eighteen, was working as a servant in a small inn in Undenheim, her hometown. The innkeepers were elderly folks who usually went to bed around eight o’clock, while she and the boy, the only other servant, were expected to stay up until ten to close the house and then go to bed themselves. One evening, as the innkeeper was sitting on a bench by the door, a beggar approached, asking for a place to stay for the night. However, the innkeeper declined and told him to find what he needed in the village, after which the man left.

At the usual hour the old people went to bed; and the two servants, having closed the shutters, and indulged in a little gossip with the watchman, were about to follow their example, when the beggar came round the corner of the neighboring street, and earnestly entreated them to give him a lodging for the night, since he could find nobody that would take him in. At first the young people refused, saying they dared not, without their master’s leave; but at length the entreaties of the man prevailed, and they consented to let him sleep in the barn, on condition that, when they called him in the morning, he would immediately depart. At three o’clock they rose, and when the boy entered the barn, to his dismay, he found that the old man had expired in the night. They were now much perplexed with the apprehension of their master’s displeasure; so, after some consultation, they agreed that the lad should convey the body out of the barn, and lay it in a dry ditch that was near at hand, where it would be found by the laborers, and excite no question, as they would naturally conclude he had laid himself down there to die.

At the usual time, the elderly folks went to bed, and the two servants, after closing the shutters and chatting a bit with the watchman, were about to do the same when a beggar turned the corner from the nearby street and earnestly asked them for a place to stay for the night, as he couldn't find anyone willing to take him in. At first, the young servants refused, saying they couldn't without their master's permission. However, after some pleading from the man, they agreed to let him sleep in the barn, on the condition that he would leave immediately when they called him in the morning. At three o'clock, they got up, and when the boy entered the barn, he was shocked to find that the old man had died during the night. They were now very worried about their master's anger, so after discussing it, they decided that the boy should move the body out of the barn and place it in a nearby dry ditch, where it would be discovered by the laborers, and they would naturally assume he had laid down there to die.

This was done, the man was discovered and buried, and they thought themselves well rid of the whole affair; but, on the following night, the girl was awakened by the beggar, whom she saw standing at her bedside. He looked at her, and then quitted the room by the door. “Glad was I,” she says, “when the day broke; but I was scarcely out of my room when the boy came to me, trembling and pale, and, before I could say a word to him of what I had seen, he told me that the beggar had been to his room in the night, had looked at him, and then gone away. He said he was dressed as when we had seen him alive, only he looked blacker, which I also had observed.”

This happened, the man was found and buried, and they thought they were free of the whole situation; but that night, the girl was awakened by the beggar, who she saw standing by her bedside. He looked at her and then left the room through the door. "I was so relieved," she says, "when dawn arrived; but as soon as I stepped out of my room, the boy came to me, shaking and pale, and before I could say anything about what I had seen, he told me that the beggar had visited his room at night, had looked at him, and then left. He said the beggar was dressed like he had been when we saw him alive, but he appeared even darker, which I had also noticed."

Still afraid of incurring blame, they told nobody, although the apparition returned to them every night; and although they found removing to the other bed-chambers did not relieve them from his visits. But the effects of this persecution became so visible on both, that much curiosity was awakened in the village with respect to the cause of the alteration observed in them; and at length the boy’s mother went to the minister, requesting him to interrogate her son, and endeavor to discover what was preying on his mind. To him the boy disclosed their secret; and this minister, who was a protestant, having listened with attention to the story, advised him, when next he went to Mayence, to market, to call on Father Joseph, of the Franciscan convent, and relate the circumstance to him. This advice was followed; and Father Joseph, assuring the lad that the ghost could do him no harm, recommended him to ask him, in the name of God, what he desired. The boy did so; whereupon the apparition answered, “Ye are children of mercy, but I am a child of evil; in the barn, under the straw, you will find my money. Take it; it is yours.” In the morning, the boy found the money accordingly, in an old stocking hid under the straw; but having a natural horror of it, they took it to their minister, who advised them to divide it into three parts, giving one to the Franciscan convent at Mayence, another to the reformed church in the village, and the other third to that to which they themselves belonged, which was of the Lutheran persuasion. This they did, and were no more troubled with the beggar. With respect to the minister who gave them this good advice, I can only say, all honor be to him! I wish there were many more such! The circumstance occurred in the year 1750, and is related by the daughter of Agnes B⁠——, who declared that she had frequently heard it from her mother.

Still scared of getting blamed, they told no one, even though the ghost came to them every night; and even though they found that moving to different bedrooms didn’t stop its visits. But the effects of this torment became so obvious on both of them that it sparked a lot of curiosity in the village about the change they had gone through. Eventually, the boy’s mother went to the minister, asking him to question her son and try to find out what was bothering him. The boy then shared their secret with him; and this minister, who was Protestant, listened carefully to the story and advised him that the next time he went to Mayence for market, he should visit Father Joseph, of the Franciscan convent, and tell him what happened. The boy followed this advice, and Father Joseph assured him that the ghost couldn't harm him, recommending that he ask it, in the name of God, what it wanted. The boy did just that, and the ghost replied, “You are children of mercy, but I am a child of evil; in the barn, under the straw, you will find my money. Take it; it's yours.” The next morning, the boy found the money hidden in an old stocking under the straw; but feeling a natural fear of it, they took it to their minister, who suggested they split it into three parts: one for the Franciscan convent in Mayence, another for the Reformed church in the village, and the last third for their own church, which was Lutheran. They did this and were no longer troubled by the beggar. As for the minister who gave them such good advice, all honor goes to him! I wish there were many more like him! This event took place in 1750 and was recounted by the daughter of Agnes B⁠——, who said she had often heard it from her mother.

The circumstance of this apparition looking darker than the man had done when alive, is significant of his condition, and confirms what I have said above, namely, that the moral state of the disembodied soul can no longer be concealed as it was in the flesh, but that as he is, he must necessarily appear.

The fact that this ghost looks darker than the man did when he was alive shows his condition and supports what I mentioned earlier: the moral state of a disembodied soul can’t be hidden like it could in a physical body; he must appear as he truly is.

There is an old saying, that we should never lie down to rest at enmity with any human being; and the story of the ghost of the Princess Anna of Saxony, who appeared to Duke Christian of Saxe-Eisenburg, is strongly confirmatory of the wisdom of this axiom.

There’s an old saying that we should never go to sleep while being at odds with anyone. The story of the ghost of Princess Anna of Saxony, who showed up to Duke Christian of Saxe-Eisenburg, strongly reinforces the wisdom of this saying.

Duke Christian was sitting one morning in his study, when he was surprised by a knock at his door—an unusual circumstance, since the guards as well as the people in waiting were always in the ante-room. He, however, cried, “Come in!” when there entered, to his amazement, a lady in an ancient costume, who, in answer to his inquiries, told him that she was no evil spirit, and would do him no harm; but that she was one of his ancestors, and had been the wife of Duke John Casimer, of Saxe-Coburg. She then related that she and her husband had not been on good terms at the period of their deaths, and that, although she had sought a reconciliation, he had been inexorable; pursuing her with unmitigated hatred, and injuring her by unjust suspicions; and that, consequently, although she was happy, he was still wandering in cold and darkness, between time and eternity. She had, however, long known that one of their descendants was destined to effect this reconciliation for them, and they were rejoiced to find the time for it had at length arrived. She then gave the duke eight days to consider if he were willing to perform this good office, and disappeared; whereupon he consulted a clergyman, in whom he had great confidence, who, after finding the ghost’s communication verified, by a reference to the annals of the family, advised him to comply with her request.

Duke Christian was sitting in his study one morning when he was surprised by a knock at the door—an unusual situation since the guards and attendants were always in the antechamber. He called out, “Come in!” and to his amazement, a lady dressed in an old-fashioned outfit entered. In response to his questions, she explained that she was not a malevolent spirit and meant him no harm; she was one of his ancestors, the wife of Duke John Casimer of Saxe-Coburg. She then recounted that she and her husband had not been on good terms at the time of their deaths and, although she had tried to make amends, he had been unyielding, pursuing her with deep hatred and harming her with unjust suspicions. As a result, even though she was at peace, he was still lost in cold and darkness, caught between time and eternity. However, she had long known that one of their descendants was meant to bring about their reconciliation, and they were delighted to find that the time had finally come. She then gave the duke eight days to think about whether he was willing to help them and vanished. He then consulted a clergyman he trusted greatly, who, after verifying the ghost's message by checking the family's records, advised him to grant her request.

As the duke had yet some difficulty in believing it was really a ghost he had seen, he took care to have his door well watched; she, however, entered at the appointed time, unseen by the attendants, and, having received the duke’s promise, she told him she would return with her husband on the following night; for that, though she could come by day, he could not; that then, having heard the circumstances, the duke must arbitrate between them, and then unite their hands, and bless them. The door was still watched, but nevertheless the apparitions both came, the Duke Casimer in full royal costume, but of a livid paleness; and when the wife had told her story, he told his. Duke Christian decided for the lady, in which judgment Duke Casimer fully acquiesced. Christian then took the ice-cold hand of Casimer and laid it in that of his wife, which felt of a natural heat. They then prayed and sang together, and the apparitions disappeared, having foretold that Duke Christian would ere long be with them. The family records showed that these people had lived about one hundred years before Duke Christian’s time, who himself died in 1707, two years after these visits of his ancestors. He desired to be buried in quicklime—it is supposed from an idea that it might prevent his ghost walking the earth.

As the duke still found it hard to believe he had actually seen a ghost, he made sure to keep a close watch on his door. However, she entered at the designated time, unnoticed by the attendants, and after gaining the duke’s assurance, she told him she would come back with her husband the next night. She explained that even though she could come during the day, he could not; so, upon hearing their story, the duke would need to decide between them, unite them in marriage, and bless them. The door was still being monitored, but both apparitions showed up anyway—the Duke Casimer in full royal attire but looking deathly pale. After the wife shared her story, he told his. Duke Christian sided with the lady, and Duke Casimer fully agreed with his decision. Christian then took Casimer's icy hand and placed it in that of his wife, which felt warm to the touch. They then prayed and sang together, and the apparitions vanished, having predicted that Duke Christian would soon join them. The family records indicated that these individuals had lived around a hundred years before Duke Christian's time, who himself died in 1707, two years after these visits from his ancestors. He wished to be buried in quicklime—thought to be a way to prevent his spirit from roaming the earth.

The costume in which they appeared was precisely that they had worn when alive, as was ascertained by a reference to their portraits.

The costume they wore was exactly the same as what they had on when they were alive, as confirmed by looking at their portraits.

The expression that her husband was wandering in cold and darkness, between time and eternity, is here very worthy of observation, as are the circumstances that his hand was cold, while hers was warm; and also, the greater privilege she seemed to enjoy. The hands of the unhappy spirits appear, I think, invariably to communicate a sensation of cold.

The phrase that her husband was wandering in the cold and darkness, between time and eternity is notable, as are the details that his hand felt cold while hers was warm, and also the greater comfort she seemed to experience. The hands of troubled souls seem, I believe, always to convey a feeling of coldness.

I have heard of three instances of persons now alive, who declare that they hold continual intercourse with their deceased partners. One of these is a naval officer, whom the author of a book lately published, called “The Unseen World,” appears to be acquainted with. The second is a professor in a college in America, a man of eminence and learning, and full of activity and energy—yet he assured a friend of mine that he receives constant visits from his departed wife, which afford him great satisfaction. The third example is a lady in this country. She is united to a second husband, has been extremely happy in both marriages, and declares that she receives frequent visits from her first. Oberlin, the good pastor of Ban de la Roche, asserted the same thing of himself. His wife came to him frequently after her death; was seen by the rest of his household, as well as himself; and warned him beforehand of many events that occurred.

I’ve heard of three people who are still alive and claim they have ongoing communication with their deceased partners. One is a naval officer known to the author of a recently published book called “The Unseen World.” The second is a well-respected professor at a college in America, someone distinguished and active—yet he told a friend of mine that he regularly receives visits from his late wife, which brings him great comfort. The third example is a woman in this country. She is happily married for the second time and says she often visits with her first husband. Oberlin, the kind pastor of Ban de la Roche, also claimed the same for himself. His wife would visit him frequently after she passed away; she was seen by both him and the rest of his family, and she warned him in advance about many events that took place.

Mrs. Mathews relates in the memoirs of her husband, that he was one night in bed and unable to sleep, from the excitement that continues some time after acting, when, hearing a rustling by the side of the bed, he looked out, and saw his first wife, who was then dead, standing by the bedside, dressed as when alive. She smiled, and bent forward as if to take his hand; but in his alarm he threw himself out on the floor to avoid the contact, and was found by the landlord in a fit. On the same night, and at the same hour, the present Mrs. Mathews, who was far away from him, received a similar visit from her predecessor, whom she had known when alive. She was quite awake, and in her terror seized the bell-rope to summon assistance, which gave way, and she fell with it in her hand to the ground.

Mrs. Mathews shares in her husband's memoirs that one night he was in bed, unable to sleep due to the lingering excitement after performing. As he listened to a rustling sound next to the bed, he looked over and saw his first wife, who had passed away, standing by the bedside, dressed as she was in life. She smiled and leaned forward as if to take his hand; however, in his panic, he threw himself out of bed to avoid contact and was found by the landlord in a fit. On the same night, at the same hour, the current Mrs. Mathews, who was far away from him, experienced a similar visitation from her predecessor, whom she had known during her lifetime. She was wide awake, and out of fear, she grabbed the bell-rope to call for help, but it broke, causing her to fall to the ground with it in her hand.

Professor Barthe, who visited Oberlin in 1824, says, that while he spoke of his intercourse with the spiritual world as familiarly as of the daily visits of his parishioners, he was at the same time perfectly free from fanaticism, and eagerly alive to all the concerns of this earthly existence. He asserted, what I find many somnambules and deceased persons also assert, that everything on earth is but a copy, of which the antitype is to be found in the other.

Professor Barthe, who visited Oberlin in 1824, says that while he talked about his interactions with the spiritual world as casually as he would discuss the daily visits of his parishioners, he was also completely free from fanaticism and very aware of all the concerns of this earthly life. He claimed, much like many somnambules and spirits also do, that everything on earth is just a copy, with its true form existing somewhere else.

He said to his visiter, that he might as well attempt to persuade him that that was not a table before them, as that he did not hold communication with the other world. “I give you credit for being honest when you assure me that you never saw anything of the kind,” said he; “give me the same credit when I assure you that I do.”

He said to his visitor that he might as well try to convince him that what was in front of them wasn't a table as to convince him that he wasn't communicating with the other world. “I believe you’re being honest when you tell me you’ve never seen anything like that,” he said, “so give me the same credit when I say that I have.”

With respect to the faculty of ghost-seeing, he said, it depends on several circumstances, external and internal. People who live in the bustle and glare of the world seldom see them, while those who live in still, solitary, thinly-inhabited places, like the mountainous districts of various countries, do. So if I go into the forest by night, I see the phosphoric light of a piece of rotten wood; but if I go by day I can not see it; yet it is still there. Again, there must be a rapport. A tender mother is awakened by the faintest cry of her infant, while the maid slumbers on and never hears it; and if I thrust a needle among a parcel of wood-shavings, and hold a magnet over them, the needle is stirred while the shavings are quite unmoved. There must be a particular aptitude; what it consists in I do not know; for of my people, many of whom are ghost-seers, some are weak and sickly, others vigorous and strong. Here are several pieces of flint: I can see no difference in them; yet some have so much iron in them that they easily become magnetic; others have little or none. So it is with the faculty of ghost-seeing. People may laugh as they will, but the thing is a fact, nevertheless.

Regarding the ability to see ghosts, he mentioned that it relies on several external and internal factors. People living in the busy and bright parts of the world rarely see them, while those in quiet, isolated, sparsely populated areas, like the mountainous regions of different countries, often do. For example, if I go into the forest at night, I can see the glowing light of a piece of decaying wood; but if I go during the day, I can't see it, even though it's still there. Moreover, there has to be a connection. A caring mother can wake up at the slightest sound from her baby, while the maid sleeps soundly and doesn’t hear it; similarly, if I put a needle in a pile of wood shavings and hold a magnet over them, the needle moves while the shavings stay still. There must be a specific knack for it, though I'm not sure what it is; among my people, many of whom can see ghosts, some are weak and unhealthy, while others are strong and fit. Here are several pieces of flint: I can’t spot any difference between them; yet some have enough iron to easily become magnetic, while others have little or none. The same applies to the ability to see ghosts. People can laugh all they want, but it's still a reality.

The visits of his wife continued for nine years after her death, and then ceased.

The visits from his wife went on for nine years after she passed away, and then they stopped.

At length she sent him a message, through another deceased person, to say that she was now elevated to a higher state, and could therefore no longer revisit the earth.

At last, she sent him a message through another deceased person, saying that she had now moved on to a higher state and could no longer return to Earth.

Never was there a purer spirit, nor a more beloved human being, than Oberlin. When first he was appointed to the curé of Ban de la Roche, and found his people talking so familiarly of the reappearance of the dead, he reproved them and preached against the superstition; nor was he convinced, till after the death of his wife. She had, however, previously received a visit from her deceased sister, the wife of Professor Oberlin, of Strasburg, who had warned her of her approaching death, for which she immediately set about preparing, making extra clothing for her children, and even laying in provision for the funeral feast. She then took leave of her husband and family, and went quietly to bed. On the following morning she died; and Oberlin never heard of the warning she had received, till she disclosed it to him in her spectral visitations.

Never was there a purer spirit, nor a more beloved person, than Oberlin. When he was first appointed as the curé of Ban de la Roche and found his community talking so casually about the return of the dead, he scolded them and preached against the superstition; he wasn’t convinced until after the death of his wife. However, she had previously received a visit from her deceased sister, the wife of Professor Oberlin from Strasbourg, who had warned her about her impending death. She immediately started preparing for it, making extra clothes for her children and even gathering supplies for the funeral meal. She then said goodbye to her husband and family and went to bed peacefully. The next morning, she died; and Oberlin didn’t learn about the warning she had received until she revealed it to him during her ghostly visits.

In narrating the following story, I am not permitted to give the names of the place or parties, nor the number of the regiment, with all of which, however, I am acquainted. The account was taken down by one of the officers, with whose family I am also acquainted; and the circumstance occurred within the last ten years.

In telling the following story, I can't reveal the names of the place or the people involved, nor the regiment number, even though I'm aware of all that. The account was recorded by one of the officers, whose family I also know; and the event took place within the last ten years.

“About the month of August,” says Captain E⁠——, “my attention was requested by the schoolmaster-sergeant, a man of considerable worth, and highly esteemed by the whole corps, to an event which had occurred in the garrison hospital. Having heard his recital, which, from the serious earnestness with which he made it, challenged attention, I resolved to investigate the matter; and, having communicated the circumstances to a friend, we both repaired to the hospital for the purpose of inquiry.

“About August,” says Captain E⁠——, “the schoolmaster-sergeant, a man of great value and well-respected by everyone in the corps, brought an event at the garrison hospital to my attention. After hearing his account, which was so serious and earnest that it demanded attention, I decided to look into it. I shared the details with a friend, and together we went to the hospital to investigate.”

“There were two patients to be examined—both men of good character, and neither of them suffering from any disorder affecting the brain; the one was under treatment for consumptive symptoms, and the other for an ulcerated leg: and they were both in the prime of life.

“There were two patients to be examined—both men of good character, and neither of them having any brain-related issues; one was being treated for symptoms of tuberculosis, and the other for an ulcerated leg: and they were both in the prime of their lives.

“Having received a confirmation of the schoolmaster’s statement from the hospital-sergeant, also a very respectable and trustworthy man, I sent for the patient principally concerned, and desired him to state what he had seen and heard, warning him, at the same time, that it was my intention to take down his deposition, and that it behooved him to be very careful, as possibly serious steps might be taken for the purpose of discovering whether an imposition had been practised in the wards of the hospital—a crime for which, he was well aware, a very severe penalty would be inflicted. He then proceeded to relate the circumstances, which I took down in the presence of Mr. B⁠—— and the hospital-sergeant, as follows:—

“After getting confirmation of the schoolmaster’s statement from the hospital-sergeant, who was also a very respectable and trustworthy man, I called in the patient primarily involved and asked him to share what he had seen and heard. I cautioned him that I would be recording his statement and that it was important for him to be very careful, as serious actions might be taken to find out if any wrongdoing had occurred in the hospital wards—a crime that, as he knew, could result in a very harsh penalty. He then went on to describe the events, which I noted down in the presence of Mr. B⁠—— and the hospital-sergeant, as follows:—

“ ‘It was last Tuesday night, somewhere between eleven and twelve, when all of us were in bed, and all lights out except the rush-light that was allowed for the man with the fever, when I was awoke by feeling a weight upon my feet, and at the same moment, as I was drawing up my legs, Private W⁠——, who lies in the cot opposite mine, called out, “I say, Q⁠——, there’s somebody sitting upon your legs!”—and as I looked to the bottom of my bed, I saw some one get up from it, and then come round and stand over me, in the passage between my cot and the next. I felt somewhat alarmed, for the last few nights the ward had been disturbed by sounds as of a heavy foot walking up and down; and as nobody could be seen, it was beginning to be supposed among us that it was haunted, and fancying this that came up to my bed’s head might be the ghost, I called out, “Who are you, and what do you want?”

“It was last Tuesday night, somewhere between eleven and twelve, when we were all in bed, and all the lights were out except for the dim light allowed for the man with the fever. I woke up feeling something heavy on my feet, and at the same moment, as I was pulling my legs up, Private W⁠——, who sleeps in the cot opposite mine, called out, “Hey, Q⁠——, there’s someone sitting on your legs!” I looked to the bottom of my bed and saw someone get up and then come around to stand over me in the space between my cot and the next. I felt a bit uneasy because, for the past few nights, the ward had been disturbed by sounds that resembled a heavy footstep walking back and forth, and since no one could be seen, we were starting to think it might be haunted. Imagining that this presence near my bed might be a ghost, I called out, “Who are you, and what do you want?”

“ ‘The figure then, leaning with one hand on the wall, over my head, and stooping down, said, in my ear, “I am Mrs. M⁠——;” and I could then distinguish that she was dressed in a flannel gown, edged with black riband, exactly similar to a set of grave-clothes in which I had assisted to clothe her corpse, when her death took place a year previously.

“ The figure then, leaning with one hand on the wall, over my head, and bending down, whispered in my ear, “I am Mrs. M——;” and I could then see that she was wearing a flannel gown, trimmed with black ribbon, just like the burial clothes I had helped dress her in when she passed away a year ago.

“ ‘The voice, however, was not like Mrs. M⁠——’s, nor like anybody else’s, yet it was very distinct, and seemed somehow to sing through my head. I could see nothing of a face beyond a darkish color about the head, and it appeared to me that I could see through her body against the window-glasses.

“‘The voice, however, didn’t sound like Mrs. M——'s or anyone else's, but it was very clear and seemed to resonate in my mind. I couldn’t see any face, just a darkish color around the head, and it seemed to me that I could see through her body against the window panes.

“ ‘Although I felt very uncomfortable, I asked her what she wanted. She replied, “I am Mrs. M⁠——, and I wish you to write to him that was my husband, and tell him.....”

“Although I felt really uneasy, I asked her what she needed. She answered, “I am Mrs. M⁠——, and I want you to write to him who was my husband, and tell him.....”

“ ‘I am not, sir,’ said Corporal Q⁠——, ‘at liberty to mention to anybody what she told me, except to her husband. He is at the dépôt in Ireland, and I have written and told him. She made me promise not to tell any one else. After I had promised secrecy, she told me something of a matter that convinced me I was talking to a spirit, for it related to what only I and Mrs. M⁠—— knew, and no one living could know anything whatever of the matter; and if I was now speaking my last words on earth, I say solemnly that it was Mrs. M⁠——’s spirit that spoke to me then, and no one else. After promising that if I complied with her request, she would not trouble me or the ward again, she went from my bed toward the fireplace, and with her hands she kept feeling about the wall over the mantel-piece. After a while, she came toward me again; and while my eyes were upon her, she somehow disappeared from my sight altogether, and I was left alone.

“I’m not at liberty to tell anyone what she shared with me, except for her husband,” said Corporal Q⁠——. “He’s at the depot in Ireland, and I’ve written to inform him. She made me promise not to share it with anyone else. After I promised to keep it a secret, she revealed something that convinced me I was speaking to a spirit, because it was something only I and Mrs. M⁠—— knew, and no one else could possibly be aware of it. If these are my last words on earth, I solemnly declare that it was Mrs. M⁠——’s spirit that communicated with me, and no one else. After I agreed to her request, she said she wouldn’t trouble me or the ward again, then moved from my bed toward the fireplace, feeling around the wall above the mantelpiece. After a while, she came back toward me, and while I was watching her, she somehow vanished from my sight completely, leaving me alone.

“ ‘It was then that I felt faint-like, and a cold sweat broke out over me; but I did not faint, and after a time I got better, and gradually I went off to sleep.

“ ‘It was then that I felt really faint, and a cold sweat came over me; but I didn’t actually faint, and after a while I started to feel better, and slowly I drifted off to sleep.

“ ‘The men in the ward said, next day, that Mrs. M⁠—— had come to speak to me about purgatory, because she had been a Roman catholic, and we had often had arguments on religion: but what she told me had no reference to such subjects, but to a matter only she and I knew of.’

“‘The guys in the ward said the next day that Mrs. M⁠—— had come to talk to me about purgatory because she had been a Roman Catholic, and we had often argued about religion. But what she told me had nothing to do with that; it was about something only she and I knew.’”

“After closely cross-questioning Corporal Q⁠——, and endeavoring without success to reason him out of his belief in the ghostly character of his visiter, I read over to him what I had written, and then, dismissing him, sent for the other patient.

“After closely questioning Corporal Q⁠—— and trying unsuccessfully to convince him that his visitor wasn't a ghost, I read what I had written to him, and then, after letting him go, I called for the other patient.”

“After cautioning him, as I had done the first, I proceeded to take down his statement, which was made with every appearance of good faith and sincerity:—

“After warning him, as I had done the first time, I went ahead and took down his statement, which he made with all the signs of good faith and sincerity:—

“ ‘I was lying awake,’ said he, ‘last Tuesday night, when I saw some one sitting on Corporal Q⁠——’s bed. There was so little light in the ward, that I could not make out who it was, and the figure looked so strange that I got alarmed, and felt quite sick. I called out to Corporal Q⁠—— that there was somebody sitting upon his bed, and then the figure got up; and as I did not know but it might be coming to me, I got so much alarmed, that being but weakly’ (this was the consumptive man), ‘I fell back, and I believe I fainted away. When I got round again, I saw the figure standing and apparently talking to the corporal, placing one hand against the wall and stooping down. I could not, however, hear any voice; and being still much alarmed, I put my head under the clothes for a considerable time. When I looked up again I could only see Corporal Q⁠——, sitting up in bed alone, and he said he had seen a ghost; and I told him I had also seen it. After a time he got up and gave me a drink of water, for I was very faint. Some of the other patients being disturbed by our talking, they bade us be quiet, and after some time I got to sleep. The ward has not been disturbed since.’

“I was lying awake,” he said, “last Tuesday night when I saw someone sitting on Corporal Q——’s bed. There was so little light in the ward that I couldn’t make out who it was, and the figure looked so strange that I got alarmed and felt quite sick. I called out to Corporal Q—— that there was somebody sitting on his bed, and then the figure got up; and since I didn’t know if it might be coming to me, I got so scared that I fell back and I think I fainted. When I came to, I saw the figure standing and apparently talking to the corporal, leaning one hand against the wall and stooping down. I couldn’t hear any voice, though, and still feeling very anxious, I buried my head under the covers for quite a while. When I looked up again, I could only see Corporal Q—— sitting up in bed alone, and he said he'd seen a ghost; I told him I had seen it too. After a bit, he got up and gave me a drink of water because I felt very faint. Some of the other patients were disturbed by our talking, and they told us to be quiet, and after a while, I managed to fall asleep. The ward hasn’t been disturbed since.”

“The man was then cross-questioned; but his testimony remaining quite unshaken, he was dismissed, and the hospital-sergeant was interrogated with regard to the possibility of a trick having been practised. He asserted, however, that this was impossible; and, certainly, from my own knowledge of the hospital regulations, and the habits of the patients, I should say that a practical joke of this nature was too serious a thing to have been attempted by anybody, especially as there were patients in the ward very ill at the time, and one very near his end. The punishment would have been extremely severe, and discovery almost certain, since everybody would have been adverse to the delinquent.

“The man was then questioned again, but since his account remained completely consistent, he was let go. The hospital sergeant was then asked about the possibility of a prank being played. He insisted that it was impossible; and from my own understanding of the hospital rules and the behavior of the patients, I would say that a prank like this was too serious for anyone to attempt, especially since there were patients in the ward who were very ill at the time, and one was close to death. The punishment would have been extremely harsh, and getting caught would have been almost guaranteed, as everyone would have turned against the wrongdoer.”

“The investigation that ensued was a very brief one, it being found that there was nothing more to be elicited; and the affair terminated with the supposition that the two men had been dreaming. Nevertheless, six months afterward, on being interrogated, their evidence and their conviction were as clear as at first, and they declared themselves ready at any time to repeat their statement upon oath.”

“The investigation that followed was quite short, as it turned out there was nothing more to uncover; the case ended with the assumption that the two men had just been dreaming. However, six months later, when questioned again, their accounts and certainty were just as clear as before, and they stated they were ready at any time to repeat their testimony under oath.”

Supposing this case to be as the men believed it, there are several things worthy of observation. In the first place, the ghost is guilty of that inconsistency so offensive to Francis Grose and many others. Instead of telling her secret to her husband, she commissions the corporal to tell it him, and it is not till a year after her departure from this life that she does even that; and she is heard in the ward two or three nights before she is visible. We are therefore constrained to suppose that, like Mrs. Bretton, she could not communicate with her husband, and that, till that Tuesday night, the necessary conditions for attaining her object, as regarded the corporal, were wanting. It is also remarkable that, although the latter heard her speak distinctly, and spoke to her, the other man heard no voice, which renders it probable that she had at length been able to produce that impression upon him which a magnetizer does on his somnambule, enabling each to understand the other by a transference of thought, which was undistinguishable to the corporal from speech, as it is frequently to the somnambule. The imitating the actions of life by leaning against the wall and feeling about the mantel-piece, are very unlike what a person would have done who was endeavoring to impose on the man; and equally unlike what they would have reported, had the thing been an invention of their own.

Assuming this situation is as the men thought, there are several noteworthy points. First, the ghost displays that inconsistency which bothered Francis Grose and many others. Instead of revealing her secret directly to her husband, she asks the corporal to tell him. It isn’t until a year after her death that she even does that, and she can be heard in the ward two or three nights before she appears. This leads us to believe that, like Mrs. Bretton, she couldn’t communicate with her husband and that, until that Tuesday night, the necessary conditions for achieving her goal with the corporal were absent. It's also interesting to note that, while the corporal heard her clearly and spoke to her, the other man heard nothing, suggesting that she had finally managed to create an impression on him akin to what a magnetizer does with a somnambulist, allowing both to understand each other through a transference of thought, which felt like speech to the corporal, much as it often does to the somnambulist. The mimicking of actions like leaning against the wall and feeling around the mantelpiece is quite unlike what someone would do if they were trying to trick the man; it’s also not what they would have claimed if the whole thing were a fabrication of their own.

Among the established jests on the subject of ghosts, their sudden vanishing is a very fruitful one; but, I think, if we examine this question, we shall find that there is nothing comical in the matter except the ignorance or want of reflection of the jesters.

Among the common jokes about ghosts, their sudden disappearance is a pretty good one; however, I believe that if we look into this issue, we’ll see that there’s nothing funny about it except the ignorance or lack of thought from the comedians.

In the first place, as I have before observed, a spirit must be where its thoughts and affections are, for they are itself; our spirits are where our thoughts and affections are, although our solid bodies remain stationary: and no one will suppose that walls or doors, or material obstacles of any kind, could exclude a spirit any more than they can exclude our thoughts.

In the first place, as I have noted before, a spirit must be where its thoughts and feelings are, because they are what it is; our spirits are where our thoughts and emotions are, even though our physical bodies stay put. No one would think that walls or doors, or any physical barriers in general, could keep out a spirit any more than they can keep out our thoughts.

But, then, there is the visible body of the spirit—what is that, and how does it retain its shape?—for we know that there is a law (discovered by Dalton) that two masses of gaseous matter can not remain in contact, but they will immediately proceed to diffuse themselves into one another; and accordingly, it may be advanced that a gaseous corporeity in the atmosphere is an impossibility, because it could not retain its form, but would inevitably be dissolved away, and blend with the surrounding air. But precisely the same objection might be made by a chemist to the possibility of our fleshly bodies retaining their integrity and compactness: for the human body, taken as a whole, is known to be an impossible chemical compound, except for the vitality which upholds it; and no sooner is life withdrawn from it, than it crumbles into putrescence; and it is undeniable that the aeriform body would be an impossible mechanical phenomenon, but for the vitality which, we are entitled to suppose, may uphold it. But, just as the state or condition of organization protects the fleshly body from the natural reactions which would destroy it, so may an analogous condition of organization protect a spiritual ethereal body from the destructive influence of the mutual interdiffusion of gases.

But then, what about the visible form of the spirit—what is it, and how does it keep its shape? We know that there's a law (discovered by Dalton) stating that two masses of gas can't stay in contact; they will immediately start to mix together. So, we could argue that a gaseous form in the atmosphere is impossible because it couldn't maintain its shape, but would inevitably dissolve and blend with the surrounding air. However, a chemist could make the same argument about how our physical bodies manage to stay intact: the human body as a whole is an impossible chemical compound, except for the life force that keeps it together; the moment life leaves it, it decays into rot. It's clear that an airy body would be an impossible mechanical occurrence without the life force that we can assume supports it. Just as the organized state of the physical body shields it from the natural reactions that would destroy it, a similar kind of organization might protect a spiritual ethereal body from the damaging effects of gases mixing.

Thus, supposing this aeriform body to be a permanent appurtenance of the spirit, we see how it may subsist and retain its integrity; and it would be as reasonable to hope to exclude the electric fluid by walls or doors as to exclude by them this subtle, fluent form. If, on the contrary, the shape be only one constructed out of the atmosphere by an act of will, the same act of will, which is a vital force, will preserve it entire, until, the will being withdrawn, it dissolves away. In either case, the moment the will or thought of the spirit is elsewhere, it is gone—it has vanished.

Thus, if we assume this airy body is a permanent part of the spirit, we can see how it can exist and maintain its form; it would be just as reasonable to expect to block the electric current with walls or doors as it would be to block this subtle, flowing form. On the other hand, if the shape is just something created from the atmosphere by an act of will, then that same will, which is a life force, will keep it intact until the will is withdrawn, and it fades away. In either case, the moment the will or thought of the spirit shifts elsewhere, it disappears—it has vanished.

For those who prefer the other hypothesis—namely, that there is no outstanding shape at all, but that the will of the spirit, acting on the constructive imagination of the seer, enables him to conceive the form, as the spirit itself conceives of it—there can be no difficulty in understanding that the becoming invisible will depend merely on a similar act of will.

For those who prefer the other idea—specifically, that there isn’t any distinct shape at all, but that the spirit’s will, operating on the creative imagination of the observer, allows them to envision the form as the spirit itself understands it—there’s no challenge in grasping that becoming invisible will rely solely on a similar act of will.


CHAPTER XIII.

HAUNTED HOUSES.

Everybody has heard of haunted houses; and there is no country, and scarcely any place, in which something of the sort is not known or talked of; and I suppose there is no one who, in the course of their travels, has not seen very respectable, good-looking houses shut up and uninhabited, because they had this evil reputation assigned to them. I have seen several such, for my own part; and it is remarkable that this mala fama does not always, by any means, attach itself to buildings one would imagine most obnoxious to such a suspicion. For example, I never heard of a ghost being seen or heard in Haddon hall, the most ghostly of houses; nor in many other antique, mysterious-looking buildings, where one might expect them, while sometimes a house of a very prosaic aspect remains uninhabited, and is ultimately allowed to fall to ruin, for no other reason, we are told, than that nobody can live in it. I remember, in my childhood, such a house in Kent—I think it was on the road between Maidstone and Tunbridge—which had this reputation. There was nothing dismal about it: it was neither large nor old, and it stood on the borders of a well-frequented road; yet I was assured it had stood empty for years; and as long as I lived in that part of the country it never had an inhabitant, and I believe was finally pulled down—and all for no other reason than that it was haunted, and nobody could live in it. I have frequently heard of people, while travelling on the continent, getting into houses at a rent so low as to surprise them, and I have, moreover, frequently heard of very strange things occurring while they were there. I remember, for instance, a family of the name of S⁠—— S⁠——, who obtained a very handsome house at a most agreeably cheap rate, somewhere on the coast of Italy—I think it was at Mola de Gaeta. They lived very comfortably in it till one day, while Mrs. S⁠—— S⁠—— was sitting in the drawing-room, which opened into a balcony overhanging the sea, she saw a lady dressed in white pass along before the windows, which were all closed. Concluding it was one of her daughters, who had been accidentally shut out, she arose and opened the window, to allow her to enter; but on looking out, to her amazement there was nobody there, although there was no possible escape from the balcony unless by jumping into the sea! On mentioning this circumstance to somebody in the neighborhood, they were told that “that was the reason they had the house so cheap: nobody liked to live in it.”

Everyone has heard of haunted houses; there’s hardly any country, or even place, where something like that isn’t known or talked about. I bet there’s no one who, while traveling, hasn’t seen respectable-looking houses that are shut up and unoccupied because of this bad reputation. I’ve seen several myself, and it’s interesting that this bad reputation doesn’t always stick to buildings you’d think would be most suspicious. For example, I’ve never heard of a ghost being seen or heard in Haddon Hall, which is the most haunted-looking house; nor in many other old, mysterious buildings where you’d expect them. Yet sometimes, a very ordinary-looking house remains uninhabited and eventually falls into disrepair, for no other reason, we’re told, than that nobody can live in it. I remember such a house in Kent—I think it was along the road between Maidstone and Tunbridge—that had this reputation. There was nothing gloomy about it: it wasn’t large or old, and it stood on the edge of a busy road; yet I was told it had been empty for years. As long as I lived in that area, it never had a tenant, and I believe it was finally torn down—all because it was haunted, and nobody could live in it. I’ve often heard of people traveling in Europe who managed to rent houses at prices so low it surprised them, and I’ve also often heard of strange things happening while they were there. For example, I remember a family named S⁠—— S⁠—— who got a beautiful house at a really great price somewhere along the Italian coast—I think it was in Mola de Gaeta. They lived comfortably there until one day, while Mrs. S⁠—— S⁠—— was sitting in the drawing room that opened onto a balcony overlooking the sea, she saw a lady in white walk past the windows, which were all closed. Thinking it was one of her daughters who had accidentally been left outside, she got up to open the window to let her in; but when she looked out, to her surprise, there was nobody there, even though the only way off the balcony was to jump into the sea! When she mentioned this to someone in the area, they told her, “That’s why they had the house so cheap: nobody wanted to live in it.”

I have heard of several houses, even in populous cities, to which some strange circumstance of this sort is attached—some in London even, and some in this city and neighborhood; and, what is more, unaccountable things actually do happen to those who inhabit them. Doors are strangely opened and shut, a rustling of silk, and sometimes a whispering, and frequently footsteps, are heard. There is a house in Ayrshire to which this sort of thing has been attached for years, insomuch that it was finally abandoned to an old man and woman, who said that they were so used to it that they did not mind it. A distinguished authoress told me that some time ago she passed a night at the house of an acquaintance, in one of the midland counties of England. She and her sister occupied the same room, and in the night they heard some one ascending the stairs. The foot came distinctly to the door, then turned away, ascended the next flight, and they heard it overhead. In the morning, on being asked if they had slept well, they mentioned this circumstance. “That is what everybody hears who sleeps in that room,” said the lady of the house. “Many a time I have, when sleeping there, drawn up the night-bolt, persuaded that the nurse was bringing the baby to me; but there was nobody to be seen. We have taken every pains to ascertain what it is, but in vain; and are now so used to it, that we have ceased to care about the matter.”

I’ve heard about several houses, even in busy cities, that have some unusual stories attached to them—some in London and others in this city and nearby areas; and, what’s more, strange things really do happen to the people living there. Doors open and close mysteriously, there are rustling sounds, whispers, and often footsteps can be heard. There’s a house in Ayrshire that has had this kind of activity for years, to the point that it was eventually left to an old couple who claimed they were so accustomed to it that it didn’t bother them. A well-known author told me that a while back, she spent a night at a friend’s house in one of the central counties of England. She and her sister shared a room, and during the night, they heard someone coming up the stairs. The footsteps came clearly to their door, then turned away, went up another flight, and they could hear it above them. The next morning, when asked if they had slept well, they mentioned this incident. “That’s what everyone hears who stays in that room,” the lady of the house replied. “Many times, when I’ve slept there, I’ve pulled up the night bolt, thinking the nurse was bringing the baby to me; but there was nobody there. We’ve tried everything to figure out what it is, but with no luck; and now we’re so used to it that we’ve stopped worrying about it.”

I know of two or three other houses in this city, and one in the neighborhood, in which circumstances of this nature are transpiring, or have transpired very lately; but people hush them up, from the fear of being laughed at, and also from an apprehension of injuring the character of a house; on which account, I do not dwell on the particulars. But there was, some time since, a fama of this kind attached to a house in St. J⁠—— street, some of the details of which became very public. It had stood empty a long time, in consequence of the annoyances to which the inhabitants had been subjected. There was one room, particularly, which nobody could occupy without disturbance. On one occasion, a youth who had been abroad a considerable time, either in the army or navy, was put there to sleep on his arrival, since, knowing nothing of these reports, it was hoped his rest might not be interrupted. In the morning, however, he complained of the dreadful time he had had, with people looking in at him between the curtains of his bed all night—avowing his resolution to terminate his visit that same day, as he would not sleep there any more. After this period, the house stood empty again for a considerable time, but was at length taken and workmen sent in to repair it. One day, when the men were away at dinner, the master tradesman took the key and went to inspect progress, and, having examined the lower rooms, he was ascending the stairs, when he heard a man’s foot behind him. He looked round, but there was nobody there, and he moved on again; still there was somebody following, and he stopped and looked over the rails; but there was no one to be seen. So, although feeling rather queer, he advanced into the drawing-room, where a fire had been lighted; and, wishing to combat the uncomfortable sensation that was creeping over him, he took hold of a chair, and drawing it resolutely along the floor, he slammed it down upon the hearth with some force and seated himself in it; when, to his amazement, the action, in all its particulars of sound, was immediately repeated by his unseen companion, who seemed to seat himself beside him on a chair as invisible as himself. Horror-struck, the worthy builder started up and rushed out of the house.

I know of two or three other houses in this city, and one in the neighborhood, where similar things are happening or have just happened; but people keep it quiet, fearing ridicule and worried about damaging a house's reputation; that's why I won’t get into the details. However, a while back, there was a rumor like this surrounding a house on St. J⁠—— street, some of which became quite public. It had been empty for a long time because of the disturbances the residents faced. There was one room in particular that nobody could use without being bothered. Once, a young man who had been away for quite a while, either in the army or navy, was put there to sleep when he returned, since he didn’t know about these stories, and it was hoped he wouldn’t be disturbed. In the morning, though, he complained about the awful night he had, saying he saw people peeking in at him through the curtains, and he declared he would leave that same day because he couldn’t sleep there anymore. After that, the house was empty again for a long time, but eventually, it was leased, and workers were sent in to fix it up. One day, while the men were at lunch, the head contractor took the key to check on the progress, and after looking at the lower rooms, he went up the stairs when he heard someone walking behind him. He turned around, but no one was there, so he kept going; still, he could hear someone following him. He paused and looked over the railing, but there was no one in sight. Feeling a bit uneasy, he entered the drawing room, where a fire had been lit, and to fight off the uncomfortable feeling creeping up on him, he grabbed a chair and dragged it across the floor, slamming it down on the hearth and sitting in it. To his shock, the exact same sound was immediately echoed by his invisible companion, who seemed to sit next to him in a chair just as unseen as he was. Terrified, the builder jumped up and ran out of the house.

There is a house in S⁠—— street, in London, which, having stood empty a good while, was at length taken by Lord B⁠——. The family were annoyed by several unpleasant occurrences, and by the sound of footsteps, which were often audible, especially in Lady B⁠——’s bed-room—who, though she could not see the form, was occasionally conscious of its immediate proximity.

There’s a house on S⁠—— street in London that had been empty for quite a while before Lord B⁠—— finally moved in. The family was disturbed by a number of unsettling events and the sound of footsteps that could often be heard, especially in Lady B⁠——’s bedroom—where, even though she couldn’t see anything, she sometimes felt its presence nearby.

Some time since, a gentleman having established himself in a lodging in London, felt, the first night he slept there, that the clothes were being dragged off his bed. He fancied he had done it himself in his sleep, and pulled them on again;—but it happens repeatedly: he gets out of bed each time—can find nobody, no string, no possible explanation—nor can obtain any from the people of the house, who only seem distressed and annoyed. On mentioning it to some one in the neighborhood, he is informed that the same thing has occurred to several preceding occupants of the lodging, which, of course, he left.

Some time ago, a guy who had just moved into a place in London noticed on his first night that the blankets were being pulled off his bed. He thought he might have done it himself in his sleep and pulled them back on; however, it kept happening. Each time he got out of bed, he couldn’t find anyone, any strings, or any explanation for it—nor could he get any answers from the people in the house, who just seemed upset and annoyed. When he mentioned it to someone in the neighborhood, he found out that the same thing had happened to several previous tenants, so he decided to leave.

The circumstances that happened at New House, in Hampshire—as detailed by Mr. Barham in the third volume of the “Ingoldsby Legends”—are known to be perfectly authentic; as are the following, the account of which I have received from a highly respectable servant, residing in a family with whom I am well acquainted: she informs me that she was, not very long since, living with a Colonel and Mrs. W⁠——, who, being at Carlisle, engaged a furnished house, which they obtained at an exceedingly cheap rate, because nobody liked to live in it. This family, however, met with no annoyance, and attached no importance to the rumor which had kept the house empty. There were, however, two rooms in it wholly unfurnished; and as the house was large, they were dispensed with till the recurrence of the race week, when, expecting company, these two rooms were temporarily fitted up for the use of the nurses and children. There were heavy Venetian blinds to the windows; and, in the middle of the night, the person who related the circumstance to me, was awakened by the distinct sound of these blinds being pulled up and down with violence, perhaps as many as twenty times. The fire had fallen low, and she could not see whether they were actually moved or not, but lay trembling in indescribable terror. Presently feet were heard in the room, and a stamping as if several men were moving about without stockings. While lying in this state of agony, she was comforted by hearing the voice of a nurse, who slept in another bed in the same chamber, exclaiming: “The Lord have mercy upon us!” This second woman then asked the first if she had courage to get out of bed and stir up the fire, so that they might be able to see; which by a great effort she did, the chimney being near her bed. There was, however, nothing to be discovered, everything being precisely as when they went to bed. On another occasion, when they were sitting in the evening at work, they distinctly heard some one counting money, and the chink of the pieces as they were laid down. The sound proceeded from the inner room of the two, but there was nobody there. This family left the house, and though a large and commodious one, she understood it remained unoccupied, as before.

The events that took place at New House in Hampshire—as described by Mr. Barham in the third volume of the “Ingoldsby Legends”—are known to be completely genuine; the same goes for the following account, which I received from a highly respected servant who works for a family I know well. She told me that not long ago, she was living with Colonel and Mrs. W⁠——, who, while in Carlisle, rented a furnished house at an incredibly low price because no one wanted to stay there. However, this family experienced no disturbances and didn’t pay attention to the rumors that had kept the house vacant. There were, however, two completely unfurnished rooms, and since the house was large, they left them as is until race week came, when they expected guests. Those two rooms were then temporarily set up for the nurses and children. The windows had heavy Venetian blinds, and in the middle of the night, the person who told me this was awoken by the clear sound of those blinds being violently pulled up and down, maybe as many as twenty times. The fire had burned low, so she couldn’t see if they were actually moving, but lay there in indescribable fear. Soon, footsteps were heard in the room along with stamping, as if several men were walking around without shoes. While she was in this state of distress, she was reassured by hearing the voice of a nurse, who was sleeping in another bed in the same room, exclaiming, “Lord have mercy on us!” This second woman then asked the first if she had the courage to get out of bed and stoke the fire so they could see better; after some effort, she did, since the fireplace was close to her bed. However, there was nothing to find—everything was exactly as they had left it when they went to bed. On another occasion, while they were sitting together in the evening working, they distinctly heard someone counting money and the sound of coins being set down. The noise came from the inner room, but there was no one there. This family eventually left the house, and even though it was large and spacious, she understood it remained unoccupied, just like before.

A respectable citizen of Edinburgh, not long ago, went to America to visit his son, who had married and settled there. The morning after his arrival, he declared his determination to return immediately to Philadelphia, from which the house was at a considerable distance; and, on being interrogated as to the cause of this sudden departure, he said that in the previous night he had heard a man walking about his room, who had approached the bed, drawn back the curtains, and bent over him. Thinking it was somebody who had concealed himself there with ill intentions, he had struck out violently at the figure, when, to his horror, his arm passed unimpeded through it.

A respectable citizen of Edinburgh, not long ago, went to America to visit his son, who had gotten married and settled down there. The morning after he arrived, he announced his decision to head back to Philadelphia, which was quite far away; and when asked why he was leaving so suddenly, he said that the night before, he had heard someone walking around his room, who had come up to the bed, pulled back the curtains, and leaned over him. Thinking it was someone hiding there with bad intentions, he had swung at the figure, only to his horror find that his arm passed right through it.

Other extraordinary things happened in that house, which had the reputation of being haunted, although the son had not believed it, and had therefore not mentioned the report to the father. One day the children said they had been running after “such a queer thing in the cellar; it was like a goat, and not like a goat; but it seemed to be like a shadow.”

Other strange things happened in that house, which was known to be haunted, even though the son didn't believe it and didn't mention the rumor to his father. One day, the kids said they had been chasing after "this weird thing in the cellar; it was kind of like a goat, but also not like a goat; it seemed to be more like a shadow."

A few years ago, some friends of mine were taking a house in this city, when the servants of the people who were leaving advised them not to have anything to do with it, for that there was a ghost in it that screamed dreadfully, and that they never could keep a stitch of clothes on them at night—the bed-coverings were always pulled off. My friends laughed heartily and took the house; but the cries and groans all over it were so frequent, that they at length got quite used to them. It is to be observed that the house was a flat, or floor, shut in; so that there could be no draughts of air nor access for tricks. Besides, it was a woman’s voice, sometimes close to their ears, sometimes in a closet, sometimes behind their beds—in short, in all directions. Everybody heard it that went to the house.

A few years ago, some friends of mine were renting a house in this city when the staff of the people moving out warned them not to rent it because there was a ghost that screamed horribly, and they could never keep a bit of bedding on them at night—the covers were always pulled off. My friends laughed and decided to take the house anyway, but the cries and moans echoed throughout the place so often that they eventually got used to them. It's worth noting that the house was an apartment, or flat, closed off, so there were no drafts or practical jokes possible. Additionally, it was a woman’s voice, sometimes right next to them, sometimes in a closet, sometimes behind their beds—in short, coming from all around. Everyone who visited the house heard it.

The tenant that succeeded them, however, has never been troubled with it.

The tenant who moved in after them, however, has never had any issues with it.

The story of the Brown Lady at the Marquis of T⁠——’s, in Norfolk, is known to many. The Hon. H. W⁠—— told me that a friend of his, while staying there, had often seen her, and had one day inquired of his host, “Who was the lady in brown that he had met frequently on the stairs?” Two gentlemen, whose names were mentioned to me, resolved to watch for her and intercept her. They at length saw her but she eluded them by turning down a staircase, and when they looked over she had disappeared. Many persons have seen her.

The story of the Brown Lady at the Marquis of T⁠——’s in Norfolk is well-known. The Hon. H. W⁠—— told me that a friend of his, while staying there, had often seen her and one day asked his host, “Who is the lady in brown that I keep seeing on the stairs?” Two gentlemen, whose names I was given, decided to wait and try to catch a glimpse of her. Eventually, they did see her, but she escaped by going down a staircase, and by the time they looked over, she had vanished. Many people have encountered her.

There is a Scotch family of distinction, who, I am told, are accompanied by an unseen attendant, whom they call “Spinning Jenny.” She is heard spinning in their house in the country, and when they come into town she spins here; servants and all hear the sound of her wheel. I believe she accompanies them no further than to their own residences, not to those of other people. Jenny is supposed to be a former housemaid of the family, who was a great spinner, and they are so accustomed to her presence as to feel it no annoyance.

There’s a distinguished Scottish family that I’ve heard about, who have an unseen presence they refer to as “Spinning Jenny.” You can hear her spinning when they’re in their country home, and she spins in town as well; even the staff can hear the sound of her wheel. I think she only goes to their own homes, not to anyone else’s. Jenny is believed to be a former housemaid of the family, known for her spinning skills, and they’re so used to having her around that they don’t find it bothersome at all.

The following very singular circumstance was related to me by the daughter of the celebrated Mrs. S⁠——: Mrs. S⁠—— and her husband were travelling into Wales, and had occasion to stop on their way, some days, at Oswestry. There they established themselves in a lodging, to reach the door of which they had to go down a sort of close, or passage. The only inhabitants of the house were the mistress, a very handsome woman, and two maids. Mr. and Mrs. S⁠——, however, very soon had occasion to complain of the neglected state of the rooms, which were apparently never cleaned or dusted; though, strange to say, to judge by their own ears, the servants were doing nothing else all night, their sleep being constantly disturbed by the noise of rubbing, sweeping, and the moving of furniture. When they complained to these servants of the noise in the night, and the dirt of the rooms, they answered that the noise was not made by them, and that it was impossible for them to do their work, exhausted as they were by sitting up all night with their mistress, who could not bear to be alone when she was in bed. Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— afterward discovered that she had her room lighted up every night; and one day, as they were returning from a walk, and she happened to be going down the close before them, they heard her saying, as she turned her head sharply from side to side, “Are you there again? What, the devil! Go away, I tell you!” &c., &c. On applying to the neighbors for an explanation of these mysteries, the good people only shook their heads, and gave mysterious answers. Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— afterward learned that she was believed to have murdered a girl who formerly lived in her service.

The following unusual situation was shared with me by the daughter of the famous Mrs. S⁠——: Mrs. S⁠—— and her husband were traveling to Wales and had to stop for several days in Oswestry. They found a place to stay, which required them to go down a narrow passage to reach the door. The only residents of the house were the landlady, a very attractive woman, and two maids. However, Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— quickly had complaints about the dirty state of the rooms, which seemed to never be cleaned or dusted. Strangely, according to what they heard, the servants appeared to be doing nothing else all night, as their sleep was constantly interrupted by the sounds of rubbing, sweeping, and moving furniture. When they raised these concerns with the maids about the noise at night and the filthy rooms, they were told that the noise wasn’t coming from them, and that it was impossible for them to do any work because they were worn out from staying up all night with their mistress, who couldn’t stand being alone in bed. Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— later discovered that she kept her room lit every night; one day, while returning from a walk and noticing her ahead in the passage, they heard her exclaiming, as she turned her head back and forth, “Are you there again? What the hell! Go away, I tell you!” and so on. When they asked the neighbors to explain these strange occurrences, the kind people just shook their heads and gave vague responses. Eventually, Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— learned that she was believed to have murdered a girl who used to work for her.

There is nothing in the conduct of this unhappy woman which may not be perfectly well accounted for, by the supposition of a guilty conscience; but the noises heard by Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— at night, are curiously in accordance with a variety of similar stories, wherein this strange visionary repetition of the trivial actions of daily life, or of some particular incident, has been observed. The affair of Lord St. Vincent’s was of this nature; and there is somewhere extant, an account of the ghost of Peter the Great, of Russia, having appeared to Doctor Doppelio, complaining to him of the sufferings he endured from having to act over again his former cruelties; a circumstance which exhibits a remarkable coincidence with the Glasgow dream, mentioned in a preceding chapter. We must, of course, attach a symbolical meaning to these phenomena, and conclude that these reactings are somewhat of the nature of our dreams. Certainly, there would need no stronger motive to induce us to spend the period allotted to us on earth, in those pure and innocent pleasures and occupations, which never weary or sicken the soul, than the belief that such a future awaits us!

There's nothing in the behavior of this unfortunate woman that can't be easily explained by assuming she has a guilty conscience. However, the noises that Mr. and Mrs. S⁠—— heard at night are surprisingly similar to various other stories, where this odd repetition of everyday actions or a specific event has been noted. The case of Lord St. Vincent fits this pattern; there's also a story about the ghost of Peter the Great from Russia appearing to Doctor Doppelio, complaining about the torment of having to relive his past cruelties—a scenario that interestingly aligns with the Glasgow dream mentioned in an earlier chapter. We should definitely interpret these occurrences symbolically and conclude that they are somewhat like our dreams. Certainly, believing that such a future awaits us would be enough motivation to spend our time on earth engaged in those pure and innocent joys and activities that never tire or sicken the soul!

A family in one of the English counties, was a few years ago terribly troubled by an unseen inmate who chiefly seemed to inhabit a large cellar, into which there was no entrance except the door which was kept locked. Here there would be a loud knocking—sometimes a voice crying—heavy feet walking, &c., &c. At first, the old trustworthy butler would summon his accolytes, and descend, armed with sword and blunderbuss; but no one was to be seen. They could often hear the feet following them up stairs from this cellar; and once, when the family had determined to watch, they found themselves accompanied up stairs not only by the sound of the feet, but by a visible shadowy companion! They rushed up, flew to their chamber, and shut the door, when instantly they felt and saw the handle turned in their hand by a hand outside. Windows and doors were opened in spite of locks and keys; but notwithstanding the most persevering investigations, the only clew to the mystery was the appearance of that spectral figure.

A family in one of the English counties was a few years ago terribly troubled by an unseen presence that seemed to mainly occupy a large cellar, which had no entrance except for a door that was always kept locked. In this cellar, they heard loud knocking—sometimes a voice calling—heavy footsteps, and so on. At first, the old, trusted butler would gather his assistants and go down, armed with a sword and a gun; but no one was ever found. They often heard footsteps following them upstairs from that cellar, and once, when the family decided to stay awake, they found themselves not only accompanied by the sound of footsteps but also by a visible shadowy figure! They rushed upstairs, locked themselves in their room, and instantly felt and saw the door handle being turned by a hand from the outside. Windows and doors opened despite being locked; but despite their most thorough investigations, the only clue to the mystery was the appearance of that ghostly figure.

The knockings and sounds of people at work, asserted to be heard in mines, is a fact maintained by many very sensible men, overseers, and superintendents, &c., as well as by the workmen themselves; and there is a strong persuasion, I know, among the miners of Cornwall, and those of Mendip, that these visionary workmen are sometimes heard among them; on which occasions the horses evince their apprehensions by trembling and sweating; but as I have no means of verifying these reports, I do not dwell upon them further.

The knocks and sounds of people working, which are said to be heard in mines, are a claim supported by many sensible individuals, including overseers, superintendents, and the workers themselves. I know that many miners in Cornwall and Mendip strongly believe that these ghostly workers are sometimes heard among them. During these times, the horses show signs of fear by trembling and sweating. However, since I can't verify these reports, I won't elaborate on them any further.

When the mother of George Canning, then Mrs. Hunn, was an actress in the provinces, she went, among other places, to Plymouth, having previously requested her friend, Mr. Bernard, of the theatre, to procure her a lodging. On her arrival Mr. B. told her that if she was not afraid of a ghost, she might have a comfortable residence at a very low rate, “For there is,” said he, “a house belonging to our carpenter, that is reported to be haunted, and nobody will live in it. If you like to have it, you may, and for nothing, I believe, for he is so anxious to get a tenant; only you must not let it be known that you do not pay rent for it.”

When George Canning's mother, then Mrs. Hunn, was an actress traveling around, she visited Plymouth among other places and asked her friend, Mr. Bernard, from the theater to find her a place to stay. When she arrived, Mr. B. told her that if she wasn’t scared of ghosts, she could have a nice place for a very low price, “Because there’s,” he said, “a house owned by our carpenter that’s said to be haunted, and no one wants to live there. If you’re interested, it’s yours, and I think for free, since he’s so eager to find a tenant; just don’t let it be known that you aren’t paying rent for it.”

Mrs. Hunn, alluding to the theatrical apparitions, said it would not be the first time she had had to do with a ghost, and that she was very willing to encounter this one; so she had her luggage taken to the house in question, and the bed prepared. At her usual hour, she sent her maid and her children to bed, and, curious to see if there was any foundation for the rumor she had heard, she seated herself, with a couple of candles and a book, to watch the event. Beneath the room she occupied was the carpenter’s workshop, which had two doors. The one which opened into the street was barred and bolted within; the other, a smaller one, opening into the passage, was only on the latch; and the house was, of course, closed for the night. She had read something more than half an hour, when she perceived a noise issuing from this lower apartment, which sounded very much like the sawing of wood. Presently other such noises as usually proceed from a carpenter’s workshop were added, till by-and-by, there was a regular concert of knocking and hammering, and sawing and planing, &c.; the whole sounding like half a dozen busy men in full employment. Being a woman of considerable courage, Mrs. Hunn resolved, if possible, to penetrate the mystery; so taking off her shoes, that her approach might not be heard, with her candle in her hand, she very softly opened her door and descended the stairs, the noise continuing as loud as ever, and evidently proceeding from the workshop, till she opened the door, when instantly all was silent—all was still—not a mouse was stirring; and the tools and the wood, and everything else, lay as they had been left by the workmen when they went away. Having examined every part of the place, and satisfied herself that there was nobody there, and that nobody could get into it, Mrs. Hunn ascended to her room again, beginning almost to doubt her own senses, and question with herself whether she had really heard the noise or not, when it recommenced and continued, without intermission, for about half an hour. She however went to bed, and the next day told nobody what had occurred, having determined to watch another night before mentioning the affair to any one. As, however, this strange scene was acted over again, without her being able to discover the cause of it, she now mentioned the circumstance to the owner of the house and to her friend Bernard; and the former, who would not believe it, agreed to watch with her, which he did. The noise began as before, and he was so horror-struck that, instead of entering the workshop as she wished him to do, he rushed into the street. Mrs. Hunn continued to inhabit the house the whole summer; and, when referring afterward to the adventure, she observed that use was second nature, and that she was sure if any night these ghostly carpenters had not pursued their visionary labors, she should have been quite frightened, lest they should pay her a visit up stairs.

Mrs. Hunn, referencing the ghostly happenings, mentioned that it wasn't her first encounter with a ghost and that she was eager to meet this one. So, she had her luggage sent to the house and the bed made up. At her usual time, she sent her maid and children to bed, and, curious to find out if the rumors she heard were true, she settled in with a couple of candles and a book to see what would happen. Below her room was the carpenter’s workshop, which had two doors. The one that opened to the street was secured with bars and bolts; the other, a smaller door leading to the hallway, was just latched; and the house was closed for the night. She had been reading for a little over half an hour when she heard noises coming from this lower room that sounded a lot like wood being sawed. Soon after, other typical sounds from a carpenter’s shop joined in until there was a full chorus of knocking, hammering, sawing, and planing, sounding like half a dozen busy workers at it. Being quite brave, Mrs. Hunn decided to uncover the mystery; so she took off her shoes to move quietly, grabbed her candle, and carefully opened her door to go downstairs, the noise still continuing loudly and clearly coming from the workshop. When she opened the door, suddenly everything went silent—not even a mouse was stirring; the tools, wood, and everything else were undisturbed, just as the workers had left them. After checking every part of the place and confirming that no one was there and that no one could get in, Mrs. Hunn went back to her room, starting to doubt her senses and wondering if she had really heard the noise at all when it started up again, continuing without pause for about half an hour. She eventually went to bed and didn’t tell anyone the next day, deciding to wait and watch another night before mentioning anything. However, as this strange scene repeated itself, and unable to discover the source, she finally told the owner of the house and her friend Bernard about it. The owner, skeptical, agreed to keep her company that night, which he did. The noise started again just like before, and he was so terrified that instead of going into the workshop as she wanted, he bolted out into the street. Mrs. Hunn stayed in the house all summer; later, when she reflected on the incident, she remarked that getting used to it felt natural and she was certain that if any night the ghostly carpenters hadn’t been hard at work, she would have been scared they might come to visit her upstairs.

From many recorded cases, I find the vulgar belief, that buried money is frequently the cause of these disturbances, is strongly borne out by facts. This certainly does seem to us very strange, and can only be explained by the hypothesis suggested, that the soul awakes in the other world in exactly the same state in which it quitted this.

From many recorded cases, I find that the common belief that buried money is often the cause of these disturbances is strongly supported by facts. This does seem very strange to us and can only be explained by the hypothesis that the soul awakens in the afterlife in exactly the same state it left this world.

In the abovementioned instances, of what are called haunted houses, there is generally nothing seen; but those are equally abundant where the ghostly visiter is visible.

In the examples mentioned earlier, of what are called haunted houses, there’s usually nothing to see; however, there are just as many where the ghostly visitor can be seen.

Two young ladies were passing the night in a house in the north, when the youngest, then a child, awoke and saw an old man, in a Kilmarnock nightcap, walking about their bed-room. She said, when telling the story in after-life, that she was not the least frightened—she was only surprised! but she found that her sister, who was several years older than herself, was in a state of great terror. He continued some time moving about, and at last went to a chest of drawers, where there lay a parcel of buttons, belonging to a travelling tailor who had been at work in the house. Whether the old man threw them down or not, she could not say; but, just then, they all fell rattling off the drawers to the floor, whereupon he disappeared. The next morning, when they mentioned the circumstance, she observed that the family looked at each other in a significant manner; but it was not till she was older she learned that the house was said to be haunted by this old man. “It never occurred to me,” she said, “that it was a ghost. Who could have thought of a ghost in a Kilmarnock nightcap!”

Two young women were spending the night in a house in the north when the youngest, still a child, woke up and saw an old man in a Kilmarnock nightcap walking around their bedroom. She later recalled that she wasn't scared at all—just surprised! However, she found that her sister, who was several years older, was very frightened. He kept moving around for a while and eventually went to a chest of drawers, where a bundle of buttons from a traveling tailor who had been working in the house was sitting. Whether the old man threw them down or not, she couldn't say; but just then, they all fell clattering off the drawers to the floor, and he vanished. The next morning, when they brought up the incident, she noticed the family exchanging knowing looks; it wasn't until she got older that she learned the house was said to be haunted by this old man. “It never crossed my mind,” she said, “that it was a ghost. Who would think of a ghost in a Kilmarnock nightcap?”

At the Leipsic fair, lodgings are often very scarce, and on one occasion a stranger, who had arrived late in the evening, had some difficulty in finding a bed. At length he found a vacant chamber in the house of a citizen. It was one they made no use of, but they said he was welcome to it; and, weary and sleepy, he gladly accepted the offer. Fatigued as he was, however, he was disturbed by some unaccountable noises, of which he complained to his hosts in the morning. They pacified him by some excuses; but the next night, not long after he had gone to bed, he came down stairs in great haste, with his portmanteau on his shoulder, declaring he would not stay there another hour for the world; for that a lady, in a strange old-fashioned dress, had come into the room with a dagger in her hand, and made threatening gestures at him. He accordingly went away, and the room was shut up again; but some time afterward, a servant-girl in the family of this citizen, being taken ill, they were obliged to put her into that room, in order to separate her from the rest of the family. Here she recovered her health rapidly; and as she had never complained of any annoyance, she was asked, when she was quite well, whether anything particular had happened while she inhabited that chamber. “Oh, yes,” she answered; “every night there came a strange lady into the room, who sat herself on the bed and stroked me with her hand, and I believe it is to her I owe my speedy recovery; but I could never get her to speak to me—she only sighs and weeps.”

At the Leipzig fair, accommodations are often hard to find, and one night a traveler, who arrived late, struggled to secure a bed. Eventually, he discovered an empty room in a local citizen's house. They didn't use it, but they said he was welcome to stay there; tired and sleepy, he gladly accepted. However, despite being exhausted, he was disturbed by some strange noises, which he mentioned to his hosts in the morning. They calmed him with some excuses, but the next night, not long after he went to bed, he rushed downstairs with his suitcase slung over his shoulder, insisting he wouldn’t stay there for another minute because a woman in an odd, old-fashioned dress had entered his room with a dagger in her hand and was making threatening gestures at him. He left immediately, and the room was closed off again. However, some time later, a maid in the citizen's household fell ill, and they had to put her in that room to keep her separated from the rest of the family. She soon recovered quickly, and since she had never mentioned any disturbances, they asked her, once she was better, if anything unusual had happened while she was in that room. “Oh, yes,” she replied, “every night, a strange lady came into the room, sat on the bed, and stroked my hand, and I believe it's because of her that I got better so fast; but I could never get her to talk to me—she just sighed and cried.”

Not very long since, a gentleman set out, one fine midsummer’s evening, when it is light all night in Scotland, to walk from Montrose to Brechin. As he approached a place called Dunn, he observed a lady walking on before, which, from the lateness of the hour, somewhat surprised him. Sometime afterward, he was found by the early laborers lying on the ground, near the churchyard, in a state of insensibility. All he could tell them was, that he had followed this lady till she had turned her head and looked round at him, when, seized with horror, he had fainted. “Oh,” said they, “you have seen the lady of Dunn.” What is the legend attached to this lady of Dunn, I do not know.

Not long ago, a man set out on a beautiful midsummer evening, when it stays light all night in Scotland, to walk from Montrose to Brechin. As he got closer to a place called Dunn, he noticed a woman walking ahead of him, which surprised him given how late it was. Later, he was found by some early workers lying on the ground near the churchyard, unconscious. All he could tell them was that he had followed this woman until she turned her head and looked at him, and he had fainted in horror. “Oh,” they said, “you’ve seen the lady of Dunn.” I don’t know what the legend about the lady of Dunn is.

Monsieur De S. had been violently in love with Hippolyte Clairon, the celebrated French actress, but she rejected his suit, in so peremptory a manner, that even when he was at the point of death, she refused his earnest entreaties, that she would visit him. Indignant at her cruelty, he declared that he would haunt her, and he certainly kept his word. I believe she never saw his ghost, but he appears to have been always near her; at least, on several occasions when other people doubted the fact, he signalized his presence at her bidding, by various sounds, and this, wherever she happened to be at the moment. Sometimes it was a cry, at others, a shot, and at others, a clapping of hands or music. She seems to have been slow to believe in the extra-natural character of these noises; and even when she was ultimately convinced, to have been divided between horror on the one hand, and diversion, at the oddness of the circumstance, on the other. The sounds were heard by everybody in her vicinity; and I am informed by Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, that the margrave of Anspach, who was subsequently her lover, and Mr. Keppel Craven, were perfectly well acquainted with the circumstances of this haunting, and entertained no doubt of the facts above alluded to.

Monsieur De S. had been deeply in love with Hippolyte Clairon, the famous French actress, but she rejected his advances so decisively that even when he was near death, she refused his desperate pleas for her to visit him. Furious at her cruelty, he vowed to haunt her, and he certainly followed through. I believe she never saw his ghost, but he seemed to always be nearby; at least, on several occasions when others doubted, he made his presence known at her request through various sounds, no matter where she was. Sometimes it was a cry, other times a shot, and other times, clapping or music. She appeared to be slow to accept that these noises were supernatural; and even when she was finally convinced, she seemed torn between horror and amusement at the bizarre situation. The sounds were heard by everyone around her; and I’ve been told by Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe that the margrave of Anspach, who later became her lover, and Mr. Keppel Craven, both knew well about this haunting and had no doubts about the facts mentioned.

The ghost known by the designation of “the White Lady,” which is frequently seen in different castles or palaces belonging to the royal family of Prussia, has been mentioned in another publication, I think. She was long supposed to be a Countess Agnes, of Orlamunde; but a picture of a princess called Bertha, or Perchta von Rosenberg, discovered some time since, was thought so exceedingly to resemble the apparition, that it is now a disputed point which of the two ladies it is, or whether it is or is not the same apparition that is seen at different places. Neither of these ladies appears to have been very happy in their lives: but the opinion of its being the Princess Bertha, who lived in the fifteenth century, was somewhat countenanced by the circumstance, that at a period when, in consequence of the war, an annual benefit which she had bequeathed to the poor was neglected, the apparition seemed to be unusually disturbed, and was seen more frequently. She is often observed before a death; and one of the Fredericks said, shortly before his decease, that he should “not live long, for he had met the White Lady.” She wears a widow’s band and veil, but it is sufficiently transparent to show her features, which do not express happiness, but placidity. She has only been twice heard to speak. In December, 1628, she appeared in the palace at Berlin, and was heard to say, “Veni, judica vivos et mortuos! Judicium mihi adhuc superest.”—“Come, judge the quick and the dead! I wait for judgment.” On the other occasion, which is more recent, one of the princesses at the castle of Neuhaus, in Bohemia, was standing before a mirror, trying on a new head-dress, when, on asking her waiting-maid what the hour was, the white lady suddenly stepped from behind a screen and said: “Zehn uhr ist es ihr liebden!”—“It is ten o’clock, your love!” which is the mode in which the sovereign princes address each other, instead of “your highness.” The princess was much alarmed, soon fell sick, and died in a few weeks. She has frequently evinced displeasure at the exhibition of impiety or vice; and there are many records of her different appearances to be found in the works of Balbinus and of Erasmus Francisci; and in a publication called “The Iris,” published in Frankfort in 1819, the editor, George Doring, who is said to have been a man of great integrity, gives the following account of one of her later appearances, which he declares he received just as he gives it, from the lips of his own mother, on whose word and judgment he could perfectly rely; and shortly before his death, an inquiry being addressed to him with regard to the correctness of the narration, he vouched for its authenticity.

The ghost known as "the White Lady," often spotted in various castles or palaces linked to the Prussian royal family, has been mentioned in another publication, I believe. She was long thought to be Countess Agnes of Orlamunde, but a recently discovered portrait of a princess named Bertha, or Perchta von Rosenberg, was believed to closely resemble the apparition. Now, it's debated whether it’s one of the two ladies or if it's the same ghost seen in different places. Neither lady seems to have had a happy life, but the idea that it’s Princess Bertha, who lived in the fifteenth century, gained some support because during a time when her annual charity for the poor was neglected due to the war, the ghost appeared to be unusually disturbed and was seen more often. She's often spotted before a death, and one of the Fredericks reportedly said shortly before he died that he wouldn’t “live long, for he had met the White Lady.” She wears a widow’s band and veil, which are transparent enough to reveal her features, showing calmness instead of happiness. She's only been heard to speak twice. In December 1628, she appeared in the palace in Berlin and was heard saying, “Come, judge the living and the dead! The judgment still awaits me.”—“Come, judge the living and the dead! I wait for judgment.” On another, more recent occasion, a princess at the castle of Neuhaus in Bohemia was trying on a new headpiece in front of a mirror when she asked her maid what time it was. The White Lady suddenly stepped out from behind a screen and said: “Zehn uhr ist es ihr liebden!”—“It is ten o’clock, your love!” which is how sovereign princes address each other instead of saying “your highness.” The princess was very startled, soon fell ill, and died weeks later. The ghost has shown disapproval of impiety or vice, and many records of her appearances can be found in the works of Balbinus and Erasmus Francisci. Additionally, in a publication called “The Iris,” published in Frankfurt in 1819, the editor George Doring, described as a man of great integrity, shares an account of one of her later appearances, which he claims to have received directly from his mother, whose word and judgment he trusted completely; shortly before his death, when asked about the accuracy of the story, he confirmed its authenticity.

It seems that the elder sister of his mother was companion to one of the ladies of the court, and that the younger ones were in the habit of visiting her frequently. Two of these (Doring’s mother and another), aged fourteen and fifteen, were once spending a week with her, when she being out and they alone with their needlework, chattering about the court diversions, they suddenly heard the sound of a stringed instrument, like a harp, which seemed to proceed from behind a large stove that occupied one corner of the room. Half in fear and half in fun, one of the girls took a yard measure that lay beside them, and struck the spot, whereupon the music ceased, but the stick was wrested from her hand. She became alarmed; but the other, named Christina, laughed and said she must have fancied it, adding that the music doubtless proceeded from the street, though they could not descry any musicians. To get over her fright, of which she was half ashamed, the former now ran out of the room to visit a neighbor for a few minutes; but when she returned, she found Christina lying on the floor in a swoon, who, on being revived with the aid of the attendants who had heard a scream, related, that no sooner had her sister left her than the sound was repeated, close to the stove, and a white figure had appeared and advanced toward her, whereupon she had screamed and fainted.

It seems that the elder sister of his mother was a companion to one of the ladies at court, and the younger ones often visited her. Two of these girls (Doring’s mother and another), aged fourteen and fifteen, were spending a week with her when she was out, leaving them alone with their needlework while they chatted about court activities. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a stringed instrument, like a harp, coming from behind a large stove in one corner of the room. Half scared and half joking, one of the girls picked up a yardstick that was lying nearby and struck the spot, causing the music to stop, but the stick was taken from her hand. She became frightened, but the other girl, named Christina, laughed and said she must have imagined it, adding that the music was probably coming from the street, even though they couldn’t see any musicians. To shake off her fear, which she felt a bit embarrassed about, the first girl ran out of the room to visit a neighbor for a few minutes. When she came back, she found Christina lying on the floor in a faint. After being revived by some attendants who had heard a scream, she explained that as soon as her sister left, the sound had come back, close to the stove, and a white figure had appeared and moved toward her, causing her to scream and faint.

The lady who owned the apartments flattered herself that this apparition betokened that a treasure was hidden under the stove, and, imposing silence on the girls, she sent for a carpenter and had the planks lifted. The floor was found to be double, and below was a vault, from which issued a very unwholesome vapor, but no treasure was found, nor anything but a quantity of quicklime. The circumstance being now made known to the king, he expressed no surprise; he said that the apparition was doubtless that of a countess of Orlamunde, who had been buried alive in that vault. She was the mistress of a margrave of Brandenburg, by whom she had two sons. When the prince became a widower, she expected he would marry her; but he urged as an objection that he feared, in that case, her sons might hereafter dispute the succession with the lawful heirs. In order to remove this obstacle out of her way, she poisoned the children; and the margrave, disgusted and alarmed, had her walled up in that vault for her pains. He added that she was usually seen every seven years, and was preceded by the sound of a harp, on which instrument she had been a proficient; and also that she more frequently appeared to children than to adults,—as if the love she had denied her own offspring in life was now her torment, and that she sought a reconciliation with childhood in general. I know from the best authority that the fact of these appearances is not doubted by those who have the fullest opportunities of inquiry and investigation; and I remember seeing in the English papers, a few years since, a paragraph copied from the foreign journals, to the effect that the White Lady had been seen again, I think at Berlin.

The lady who owned the apartments believed that this ghostly figure meant there was a treasure hidden under the stove. She silenced the girls and called for a carpenter to lift the floorboards. It turned out the floor was double, and beneath it was a vault, from which a very unpleasant smell emerged, but no treasure was found—only a pile of quicklime. When the king heard about the situation, he wasn’t surprised at all; he said the apparition was likely that of a countess from Orlamunde, who had been buried alive in that vault. She was the mistress of a margrave from Brandenburg, and they had two sons together. When the prince became a widower, she thought he would marry her, but he argued that her sons might later challenge the legal heirs for the throne. To eliminate this problem, she poisoned the children, and the margrave, horrified and outraged, had her bricked up in that vault as punishment. He also mentioned that she usually appeared every seven years, accompanied by the sound of a harp, which she had excelled at playing; and that she more often showed up to children than to adults—as if the love she denied her own kids in life was now her punishment, and she sought reconciliation with childhood as a whole. I know from reliable sources that these sightings are not doubted by those who have thoroughly investigated the matter; and I recall reading in the English newspapers a few years ago a brief note taken from foreign journals stating that the White Lady had been seen again, I think in Berlin.

The following very curious relation I have received from the gentleman to whom the circumstance occurred, who is a professional man residing in London:—

The following very curious account I have received from the gentleman to whom the situation happened, who is a professional residing in London:—

“I was brought up by a grandfather and four aunts, all ghost-seers and believers in supernatural appearances. The former had been a sailor, and was one of the crew that sailed round the world with Lord Anson. I remember, when I was about eight years old, that I was awakened by the screams of one of these ladies, with whom I was sleeping, which summoned all the family about her to inquire the cause of the disturbance. She said that she had ‘seen Nancy by the side of the bed, and that she was slipping into it.’ We had scarcely got down stairs in the morning, before intelligence arrived that that lady had died, precisely at the moment my aunt said she saw her. Nancy was her brother’s wife. Another of my aunts, who was married and had a large family, foretold my grandfather’s death, at a time that we had no reason to apprehend it. He, also, had appeared at her bedside; he was then alive and well, but he died a fortnight afterward. But it would be tedious were I to enumerate half the instances I could recall of a similar description; and I will therefore proceed to the relation of what happened to myself.

“I was raised by a grandfather and four aunts, all of whom could see ghosts and believed in supernatural occurrences. My grandfather had been a sailor and was part of the crew that sailed around the world with Lord Anson. I remember when I was about eight years old, waking up to one of the aunts I was sleeping with screaming, which called the whole family to find out what was wrong. She said she had ‘seen Nancy by the side of the bed, and that she was slipping into it.’ We had barely made it downstairs in the morning when we received news that Nancy had died at the exact moment my aunt claimed to see her. Nancy was married to her brother. Another aunt, who was married and had a large family, predicted my grandfather’s death when there was no reason to suspect it. He appeared at her bedside; he was alive and well at that time, but he passed away two weeks later. It would be tedious to list all the similar instances I could remember, so I’ll move on to what happened to me.”

“I was, some few years since, invited to pass a day and night at the house of a friend in Hertfordshire, with whom I was intimately acquainted. His name was B⁠——, and he had formerly been in business as a saddler, in Oxford street, where he realized a handsome fortune, and had now retired to enjoy his otium cum dignitate, in the rural and beautiful village of Sarratt.

“I was, a few years ago, invited to spend a day and night at the home of a close friend in Hertfordshire. His name was B⁠——, and he used to run a successful saddlery business on Oxford Street, where he made a good fortune. He had now retired to enjoy his leisure with dignity in the lovely, rural village of Sarratt.”

“It was a gloomy Sunday, in the month of November, when I mounted my horse for the journey, and there was so much appearance of rain, that I should certainly have selected some other mode of conveyance, had I not been desirous of leaving the animal in Mr. E⁠——’s straw-yard for the winter. Before I got as far as St. John’s wood, the threatening clouds broke, and by the time I reached Watford I was completely soaked. However, I proceeded, and arrived at Sarratt before my friend and his wife had returned from church. The moment they did so, they furnished me with dry clothes, and I was informed that we were to dine at the house of Mr. D⁠——, a very agreeable neighbor. I felt some little hesitation about presenting myself in such a costume, for I was decked out in a full suit of Mr. B⁠——’s, who was a stout man, of six feet in height, while I am rather of the diminutive order; but my objections were overruled; we went, and my appearance added not a little to the hilarity of the party. At ten o’clock we separated, and I returned with Mr. and Mrs. B⁠—— to their house, where I was shortly afterward conducted to a very comfortable bed-room.

“It was a gloomy Sunday in November when I got on my horse for the journey. It looked like it would rain, so I would have chosen a different way to travel if I hadn’t wanted to leave the horse in Mr. E⁠——’s straw-yard for the winter. Before I reached St. John’s wood, the dark clouds burst open, and by the time I got to Watford, I was completely soaked. Despite that, I kept going and arrived at Sarratt before my friend and his wife returned from church. As soon as they arrived, they gave me dry clothes and let me know we were having dinner at the house of Mr. D⁠——, a very friendly neighbor. I hesitated a bit about showing up in such an outfit since I was wearing a full suit belonging to Mr. B⁠——, who was a stout man, six feet tall, while I'm on the shorter side; but my concerns were dismissed. We went, and my unusual appearance contributed a lot to the fun of the evening. By ten o’clock we parted ways, and I returned to Mr. and Mrs. B⁠——'s house, where I was soon shown to a very comfortable bedroom.”

“Fatigued with my day’s ride, I was soon in bed, and soon asleep, but I do not think I could have slept long before I was awakened by the violent barking of dogs. I found that the noise had disturbed others as well as myself, for I heard Mr. B⁠——, who was lodged in the adjoining room, open his window and call to them to be quiet. They were obedient to his voice, and as soon as quietness ensued I dropped asleep again; but I was again awakened by an extraordinary pressure upon my feet; that I was perfectly awake, I declare; the light that stood in the chimney-corner shone strongly across the foot of the bed, and I saw the figure of a well-dressed man in the act of stooping, and supporting himself in so doing by the bed-clothes. He had on a blue coat, with bright gilt buttons, but I saw no head; the curtains at the foot of the bed, which were partly looped back, just hung so as to conceal that part of his person. At first I thought it was my host, and as I had dropped my clothes, as is my habit, on the floor at the foot of the bed, I supposed he was come to look after them, which rather surprised me: but, just as I had raised myself upright in bed, and was about to inquire into the occasion of his visit, the figure passed on. I then recollected that I had locked the door; and, becoming somewhat puzzled, I jumped out of bed; but I could see nobody; and on examining the room I found no means of ingress but the door through which I had entered, and one other; both of which were locked on the inside. Amazed and puzzled I got into bed again, and sat some time ruminating on the extraordinary circumstance, when it occurred to me that I had not looked under the bed; so I got out again, fully expecting to find my visiter, whoever he was, there; but I was disappointed. So, after looking at my watch, and ascertaining that it was ten minutes past two, I stepped into bed again, hoping now to get some rest. But, alas! sleep was banished for that night; and after turning from side to side, and making vain endeavors at forgetfulness, I gave up the point, and lay till the clocks struck seven, perplexing my brain with the question of who my midnight visiter could be, and also how he had got in and how he had got out of my room. About eight o’clock I met my host and his wife at the breakfast-table, when, in answer to their hospitable inquiries of how I had passed the night, I mentioned, first, that I had been awaked by the barking of some dogs, and that I had heard Mr. B⁠—— open his window and call to them. He answered that two strange dogs had got into the yard and had disturbed the others. I then mentioned my midnight visiter, expecting that they would either explain the circumstance, or else laugh at me and declare I must have dreamed it. But, to my surprise, my story was listened to with grave attention, and they related to me the tradition with which this spectre, for such I found they deemed it to be, was supposed to be connected. This was to the effect, that many years ago a gentleman so attired had been murdered there, under some frightful circumstances, and that his head had been cut off. On perceiving that I was very unwilling to accept this explanation of the mystery, for, in spite of my family peculiarity, I had always been an entire disbeliever in supernatural appearances, they begged me to prolong my visit for a day or two, when they would introduce me to the rector of the parish, who could furnish me with such evidence with regard to circumstances of a similar nature, as would leave no doubt on my mind as to the possibility of their occurrence. But I had made an engagement to dine at Watford, on my way back, and I confess, moreover, that after what I had heard I did not feel disposed to encounter the chance of another visit from the mysterious stranger; so I declined the proffered hospitality, and took my leave.

“After a tiring day of riding, I quickly went to bed and fell asleep, but it wasn't long before the loud barking of dogs woke me up. I realized I wasn't the only one disturbed by the noise, as I heard Mr. B⁠——, who was staying in the next room, open his window and call for them to be quiet. They obeyed his command, and once silence returned, I drifted off to sleep again; however, I was soon awakened by an unusual pressure on my feet; I can honestly say I was fully awake.; the lamp in the corner of the room cast a strong light across the foot of the bed, and I saw the figure of a well-dressed man leaning over, propped up by the bedcovers. He wore a blue coat with shiny gold buttons, but I couldn’t see his head; the curtains at the foot of the bed were partly drawn back, just enough to hide that part of him. At first, I thought it was my host, and since I had dropped my clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed as usual, I assumed he came to check on them, which surprised me. But just as I was sitting up in bed to ask why he was there, the figure moved on. I then remembered I had locked the door, and feeling confused, I jumped out of bed; however, I couldn't see anyone. Upon checking the room, I found that the only way in was through the door I had entered, plus one other; both of which were locked from the inside. Stunned and puzzled, I got back into bed and lay there for a while thinking about the strange event when it hit me that I hadn’t looked under the bed; so I got up again, fully expecting to find my visitor, whoever he was, there; but I was let down. After glancing at my watch and seeing it was ten minutes past two, I climbed back into bed, hoping to finally get some rest. But sleep eluded me that night; after tossing and turning and trying unsuccessfully to forget, I gave up and stayed awake until the clock struck seven, puzzling over who my midnight visitor could be, and how he had gotten in and out of my room. Around eight o’clock, I met my host and his wife at the breakfast table, and when they kindly asked how my night went, I mentioned that I had been woken up by some dogs barking and that I heard Mr. B⁠—— open his window to call for them. He replied that two strange dogs had gotten into the yard and disturbed the others. I then shared my experience with the midnight visitor, expecting they would either explain it or laugh it off as a dream. To my surprise, they listened seriously and told me the legend surrounding the ghost, which is what they thought it was. They said that many years ago, a man dressed like that had been murdered here under horrific circumstances, and his head had been severed. Noticing that I was reluctant to accept this explanation—despite my family’s superstition, I had always been a complete skeptic about the supernatural—they urged me to stay for a day or two, saying they would introduce me to the local rector, who could provide enough evidence regarding similar occurrences that would leave me convinced of their possibility. But I had already made plans to dine in Watford on my way back, and I admit that after what I had heard, I didn't want to risk another encounter with the mysterious stranger; so I declined their kind invitation and took my leave.”

“Some time after this, I happened to be dining at C⁠—— street, in company with some ladies resident in the same county, when, chancing to allude to my visit to Sarratt, I added, that I had met with a very extraordinary adventure there, which I had never been able to account for, when one of these ladies immediately said that she hoped I had not had a visit from the headless gentleman, in a blue coat and gilt buttons, who was said to have been seen by many people in that house.

“Some time later, I was having dinner on C⁠—— street with some ladies who lived in the same county. When I mentioned my visit to Sarratt, I added that I had experienced a really strange adventure there that I couldn’t explain. One of the ladies quickly said that she hoped I hadn’t encountered the headless gentleman in a blue coat with gold buttons, who was supposedly seen by many people in that house.”

“Such is the conclusion of this marvellous tale as regards myself; and I can only assure you that I have related facts as they occurred, and that I had never heard a word about this apparition in my life, till Mr. B⁠—— related to me the tradition above alluded to. Still, as I am no believer, in supernatural appearances, I am constrained to suppose that the whole affair was the product of my imagination.

“That's how my part of this amazing story wraps up; I can only assure you that I've shared the facts as they happened, and I had never heard anything about this ghost before Mr. B—— told me the legend I mentioned earlier. Still, since I don't believe in supernatural occurrences, I have to conclude that the whole thing was just a product of my imagination."

“I must add, that Mr. B⁠—— mentioned some strange circumstances connected with another house in the county, inhabited by a Mr. M⁠——, which were corroborated by the ladies above alluded to. Both parties agreed that, from the unaccountable noises, &c., &c., which were heard there, that gentleman had the greatest difficulty in persuading any servants to remain with him.

“I should mention that Mr. B⁠—— talked about some weird things related to another house in the county, where a Mr. M⁠—— lives, which were confirmed by the ladies I mentioned earlier. Both parties agreed that, because of the strange noises and so on that were heard there, it was really hard for that guy to convince any staff to stay with him.”

“A⁠—— W⁠—— M⁠——.

“A W M.”

C⁠—— street, 5th September, 1846.

“C⁠—— street, September 5, 1846.”

This is one of those curious instances of determined skepticism that fully justify the patriarch’s prediction.

This is one of those interesting cases of strong skepticism that completely validates the patriarch's prediction.

The following interesting letter, written by a member of a very distinguished English family, will furnish its own explanation:—

The following interesting letter, written by a member of a very prominent English family, will provide its own explanation:—

“As you express a wish to know what degree of credit is to be attached to a garbled tale which has been sent forth, after a lapse of between thirty and forty years, as an ‘accredited ghost-story,’ I will state the facts as they were recalled to my mind last year by a daughter of Sir William A. C⁠——, who sent the book to me, requesting me to tell her if there was any foundation for the story, which she could scarcely believe, since she had never heard my mother allude to it. I read the narrative with surprise, it being evidently not furnished by any of the family, nor indeed by any one who was with us at the time! yet, though full of mistakes in names, &c., &c., some particulars come so near the truth as to puzzle me. The facts are as follows:—

“As you wish to know how much credit to give to a distorted story that has surfaced after about thirty to forty years as an ‘official ghost story,’ I will share the facts as they were remembered by a daughter of Sir William A. C⁠—— last year. She sent me the book and asked if there was any truth to the story, which she found hard to believe since she had never heard my mother mention it. I read the narrative in surprise, realizing it wasn’t provided by any of the family or anyone who was with us at that time! However, despite being filled with errors in names, etc., some details come close enough to the truth to confuse me. The facts are as follows:—

“Sir James, my mother, with myself and my brother Charles, went abroad toward the end of the year 1786. After trying several different places, we determined to settle at Lille, where we found the masters particularly good, and where we had also letters of introduction to several of the best French families. There Sir James left us, and, after passing a few days in an uncomfortable lodging, we engaged a nice, large family house, which we liked very much, and which we obtained at a very low rent, even for that part of the world.

“Sir James, my mom, my brother Charles, and I went abroad toward the end of 1786. After trying a few different places, we decided to settle in Lille, where we found the teachers to be really great, and we also had letters of introduction to several of the best French families. There, Sir James left us, and after spending a few days in a cramped place, we found a nice, large family house that we really liked, and we got it at a very low rent, even for that part of the world.”

“About three weeks after we were established in our new residence, I walked one day with my mother to the bankers, for the purpose of delivering our letter of credit from Sir Robert Herries, and drawing some money, which, being paid in heavy five-franc pieces, we found we could not carry, and therefore requested the banker to send, saying, ‘We live in the Place du Lion D’or.’ Whereupon he looked surprised, and observed that he knew of no house there fit for us, ‘except, indeed,’ he added, ‘the one that has been long uninhabited, on account of the revenant that walks about it.’ He said this quite seriously, and in a natural tone of voice, in spite of which we laughed, and were quite entertained at the idea of a ghost; but at the same time we begged him not to mention the thing to our servants, lest they should take any fancies into their heads; and my mother and I resolved to say nothing about the matter to any one. ‘I suppose it is the ghost,’ said my mother, laughing, ‘that wakes us so often by walking over our heads.’ We had, in fact, been awakened several nights by a heavy foot, which we supposed to be that of one of the men-servants, of whom we had three English and four French; of women-servants we had five English, and all the rest were French. The English ones, men and women, every one of them, returned ultimately to England with us.

“About three weeks after we settled into our new place, I walked one day with my mom to the bank to deliver our letter of credit from Sir Robert Herries and withdraw some cash. Since they paid us in heavy five-franc coins, we realized we couldn't carry all of it and asked the banker to send it over, saying, ‘We live at the Place du Lion D’or.’ He looked surprised and mentioned that he didn’t know of any house there suitable for us, ‘except,’ he added, ‘the one that’s been empty for a long time because of the returning spirit that walks around.’ He said this quite seriously, and in a normal tone of voice, but we laughed and found the idea of a ghost amusing. Still, we asked him not to mention it to our servants, worried they might start imagining things; my mom and I decided not to tell anyone about it. ‘I guess it’s the ghost,’ my mom joked, ‘that keeps waking us up by walking over our heads.’ We had, in fact, been woken several nights by a heavy footstep, which we thought was one of the male servants—three English and four French. Among the female servants, we had five English, and the rest were French. All the English ones, both men and women, ended up going back to England with us.”

“A night or two afterward, being again awakened by the step, my mother asked Creswell, ‘Who slept in the room above us?’ ‘No one, my lady,’ she replied—‘it is a large, empty garret.’

“A night or two later, after being awakened again by the footsteps, my mother asked Creswell, ‘Who was sleeping in the room above us?’ ‘No one, my lady,’ she replied—‘it’s a big, empty attic.’”

“About a week or ten days after this, Creswell came to my mother, one morning, and told her that all the French servants talked of going away, because there was a revenant in the house; adding that there seemed to be a strange story attached to the place, which was said, together with some other property, to have belonged to a young man, whose guardian, who was also his uncle, had treated him cruelly and confined him in an iron cage; and as he had subsequently disappeared, it was conjectured he had been murdered. This uncle, after inheriting the property, had suddenly quitted the house and sold it to the father of the man of whom we had hired it. Since that period, though it had been several times let, nobody had ever stayed in it above a week or two, and for a considerable time past it had had no tenant at all.

“About a week or ten days after this, Creswell came to my mother one morning and told her that all the French servants were thinking of leaving because there was a ghost in the house. He added that there seemed to be a strange story connected to the place, which was said to have belonged to a young man along with some other property. His guardian, who was also his uncle, had treated him cruelly and locked him in an iron cage; and since he later disappeared, it was speculated that he had been murdered. After inheriting the property, the uncle suddenly left the house and sold it to the father of the man from whom we rented it. Since then, although the house had been rented several times, no one had ever stayed for more than a week or two, and for quite some time, it had been vacant altogether.”

“ ‘And do you really believe all this nonsense, Creswell?’ said my mother.

“'And do you actually believe all this nonsense, Creswell?' my mother said."

“ ‘Well, I don’t know, my lady,’ answered she; ‘but there’s the iron cage in the garret over your bed-room, where you may see it, if you please.’

“‘Well, I’m not sure, my lady,’ she replied; ‘but there’s the iron cage in the attic above your bedroom, where you can see it, if you’d like.’”

“Of course we rose to go; and as just at that moment an old officer, with his Croix de St. Louis, called on us, we invited him to accompany us and we ascended together. We found, as Creswell had said, a large empty garret with bare brick walls; and in the further corner of it stood an iron cage, such as wild beasts are kept in, only higher; it was about four feet square, and eight in height, and there was an iron ring in the wall at the back, to which was attached an old rusty chain with a collar fixed to the end of it. I confess it made my blood creep when I thought of the possibility of any human being having inhabited it! And our old friend expressed as much horror as ourselves, assuring us that it must certainly have been constructed for some such dreadful purpose. As, however, we were no believers in ghosts, we all agreed that the noises must proceed from somebody who had an interest in keeping the house empty; and since it was very disagreeable to imagine that there were secret means of entering it at night, we resolved, as soon as possible, to look out for another residence, and in the meantime to say nothing about the matter to anybody. About ten days after this determination, my mother, observing one morning that Creswell, when she came to dress her, looked exceedingly pale and ill, inquired if anything was the matter with her. ‘Indeed, my lady,’ she answered, ‘we have been frightened to death, and neither I nor Mrs. Marsh can sleep again in the room we are now in.’

“Of course we got up to leave; and just at that moment, an old officer with his Croix de St. Louis visited us, so we invited him to join us and we went up together. As Creswell had mentioned, we found a large empty attic with bare brick walls; in the far corner stood an iron cage, like the ones used for wild animals, only taller; it was about four feet square and eight feet high, with an iron ring in the back wall attached to an old rusty chain with a collar at the end. I have to admit, it sent chills down my spine to think that any human being could have been kept in it! Our old friend shared our horror, assuring us that it must have been built for some dreadful purpose. However, since we didn’t believe in ghosts, we agreed that the noises must have come from someone who wanted to keep the house empty; and since it was very unsettling to think there were secret ways to get in at night, we decided to look for another place as soon as we could and, in the meantime, not to mention it to anyone. About ten days after making this decision, my mother noticed one morning that Creswell, when she came to dress her, looked extremely pale and unwell, and asked if anything was wrong. ‘Indeed, my lady,’ she replied, ‘we have been scared to death, and neither I nor Mrs. Marsh can sleep in the room we’re in now.’”

“ ‘Well,’ returned my mother, ‘you shall both come and sleep in the little spare room next us; but what has alarmed you?’

“‘Well,’ my mother replied, ‘you both can come and sleep in the little spare room next to us; but what scared you?’”

“ ‘Some one, my lady, went through our room in the night; we both saw the figure, but we covered our heads with the bed-clothes, and lay in a dreadful fright till morning.’

“Somebody, my lady, went through our room last night; we both saw the figure, but we pulled the covers over our heads and stayed in terrified silence until morning.”

“On hearing this, I could not help laughing, upon which Creswell burst into tears; and seeing how nervous she was, we comforted her by saying we had heard of a good house, and that we should very soon abandon our present habitation.

“Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh, which caused Creswell to start crying; noticing how anxious she was, we tried to ease her worries by telling her we knew of a good place and that we would soon leave our current home.”

“A few nights afterward, my mother requested me and Charles to go to her bed-room and fetch her frame, that she might prepare her work for the next day. It was after supper, and we were ascending the stairs by the light of a lamp which was always kept burning, when we saw going up before us a tall, thin figure, with hair flowing down his back, and wearing a loose powdering gown. We both at once concluded it was my sister Hannah, and called out: ‘It won’t do, Hannah—you can not frighten us!’ Upon which the figure turned into a recess in the wall; but, as there was nobody there when we passed, we concluded that Hannah had contrived, somehow or other, to slip away and make her escape by the back stairs. On telling this to my mother, she said: ‘It is very odd, for Hannah went to bed with a headache before you came in from your walk;’ and sure enough, on going to her room, there we found her fast asleep; and Alice, who was at work there, assured us that she had been so for more than an hour. On mentioning this circumstance to Creswell, she turned quite pale and exclaimed that that was precisely the figure she and Marsh had seen in their bed-room.

A few nights later, my mom asked Charles and me to go to her bedroom and get her frame so she could prepare her work for the next day. It was after dinner, and we were going up the stairs with the light from a lamp that was always left on, when we saw a tall, thin figure in front of us, with long hair flowing down its back and wearing a loose gown. We both immediately thought it was my sister Hannah and called out, “That's not going to work, Hannah—you can't scare us!” At that, the figure turned into a recess in the wall; but when we passed by, there was no one there, so we figured Hannah must have found a way to sneak away down the back stairs. When we told our mom, she said, “That’s strange, because Hannah went to bed with a headache before you got back from your walk.” And sure enough, when we went to her room, we found her sound asleep; plus, Alice, who was working there, confirmed that Hannah had been asleep for over an hour. When we mentioned this to Creswell, she turned pale and exclaimed that was exactly the figure she and Marsh had seen in their bedroom.

“About this time, my brother Harry came to spend a few days with us, and we gave him a room up another pair of stairs, at the opposite end of the house. A morning or two after his arrival, when he came down to breakfast, he asked my mother angrily whether she thought he went to bed drunk and could not put out his own candle, that she sent those French rascals to watch him. My mother assured him that she never thought of doing such a thing; but he persisted in the accusation, adding: ‘Last night I jumped up and opened the door, and, by the light of the moon through the skylight, I saw the fellow in his loose gown at the bottom of the stairs. If I had not been in my shirt, I would have gone after him and made him remember coming to watch me.’

“About this time, my brother Harry came to stay with us for a few days, and we gave him a room up a couple of flights of stairs, at the other end of the house. A morning or two after he arrived, when he came down for breakfast, he angrily asked my mother if she thought he went to bed drunk and couldn’t put out his own candle, which is why she sent those French guys to watch him. My mother assured him she never thought of doing such a thing; but he kept insisting on the accusation, adding: ‘Last night I jumped up and opened the door, and by the moonlight coming through the skylight, I saw the guy in his loose gown at the bottom of the stairs. If I hadn’t been in my shirt, I would have gone after him and made him remember coming to watch me.’”

“We were now preparing to quit the house, having secured another, belonging to a gentleman who was going to spend some time in Italy; but, a few days before our removal, it happened that Mr. and Mrs. Atkyns, some English friends of ours, called, to whom we mentioned these circumstances, observing how extremely unpleasant it was to live in a house that somebody found means of getting into, though how they contrived it we could not discover, nor what their motive could be except it was to frighten us; adding, that nobody could sleep in the room Marsh and Creswell had been obliged to give up. Upon this Mrs. Atkyns laughed heartily, and said she should like, of all things, to sleep there, if my mother would allow her, adding, that with her little terrier she should not be afraid of any ghost that ever appeared. As my mother had, of course, no objection to this fancy of hers, she requested Mrs. Atkyns to ride home with the groom, in order that the latter might bring her night-things before the gates of the town would be shut, as they were then residing a little way in the country. Mr. Atkyns smiled and said she was very bold; but he made no difficulties, and sent the things,—and his wife retired with her dog to her room when we retired to ours, apparently without the least apprehension.

“We were getting ready to leave the house since we had secured another one that belonged to a gentleman who was going to spend some time in Italy. A few days before our move, Mr. and Mrs. Atkyns, some English friends of ours, came over, and we told them about the situation, expressing how extremely unpleasant it was to live in a house that someone could get into, although we couldn’t figure out how they did it or what their motive might be, except to scare us. We mentioned that nobody could sleep in the room that Marsh and Creswell had to give up. Mrs. Atkyns laughed heartily and said she would love to sleep there, if my mother would allow it, adding that with her little terrier she wouldn’t be afraid of any ghost that ever appeared. Since my mother had no objections to her idea, she asked Mrs. Atkyns to ride home with the groom so he could bring her night things before the town gates closed, as they were currently staying a little way out in the country. Mr. Atkyns smiled and said she was very bold, but he didn’t have any objections and sent the things along—his wife went to her room with her dog when we went to ours, apparently without the slightest fear.”

“When she came down in the morning, we were immediately struck at seeing her look very ill; and on inquiring if she too had been frightened, she said she had been awakened in the night by something moving in her room, and that, by the light of the night-lamp, she saw most distinctly a figure, and that the dog, which was spirited and flew at everything, never stirred, although she had endeavored to make him. We saw clearly that she had been very much alarmed; and when Mr. Atkyns came, and endeavored to dissipate the feeling by persuading her that she might have dreamed it, she got quite angry. We could not help thinking that she had actually seen something; and my mother said, after she was gone, that though she could not bring herself to believe it was really a ghost, still she earnestly hoped that she might get out of the house without seeing this figure, which frightened people so much.

“When she came down in the morning, we were immediately struck by how ill she looked. When we asked if she had been scared too, she said she had woken up during the night because she felt something moving in her room. By the light of the night lamp, she clearly saw a figure, and even the dog, known for being spirited and barking at everything, didn’t move, even though she tried to get him to. It was obvious she was very shaken up; when Mr. Atkyns came and tried to reassure her by suggesting it might have been a dream, she became quite angry. We couldn’t shake the feeling that she had really seen something, and after she left, my mother said that although she couldn’t convince herself it was truly a ghost, she really hoped to get out of the house without encountering this figure that scared people so much.”

“We were now within three days of the one fixed for our removal. I had been taking a long ride, and, being tired, had fallen asleep the moment I lay down; but, in the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened—I can not tell by what, for the steps over our heads we had become so used to that it no longer disturbed us. Well, I awoke. I had been lying with my face toward my mother, who was asleep beside me, and, as one usually does on awaking, I turned to the other side, where, the weather being warm, the curtain of the bed was undrawn, as it was, also, at the foot; and I saw standing by a chest of drawers, which were betwixt me and the window, a thin, tall figure, in a loose powdering gown, one arm resting on the drawers, and the face turned toward me. I saw it quite distinctly by the night-light, which burned clearly. It was a long, thin, pale, young face, with, oh, such a melancholy expression as can never be effaced from my memory! I was, certainly, very much frightened; but my great horror was, lest my mother should awake and see the figure. I turned my head gently toward her, and heard her breathing high in a sound sleep. Just then the clock on the stairs struck four. I dare say it was nearly an hour before I ventured to look again, and when I did take courage to turn my eyes toward the drawers, there was nothing; yet I had not heard the slightest sound, though I had been listening with the greatest intensity.

“We were now just three days away from the date set for our move. I had taken a long ride and, feeling tired, fell asleep as soon as I lay down. However, in the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened—I can't say by what, as the noises above us had become so familiar that they no longer bothered us. Well, I woke up. I had been lying with my face toward my mother, who was asleep next to me, and, as people usually do upon waking, I turned to the other side. Since it was warm, the curtain of the bed was pulled back, as was the one at the foot; and I noticed a tall, thin figure standing by a chest of drawers between me and the window, dressed in a loose, powdery gown, one arm resting on the drawers, and its face turned toward me. I could see it clearly in the glow of the nightlight, which burned brightly. It had a long, thin, pale young face, with a sorrowful expression that I can never forget! I was definitely very scared; but my greatest fear was that my mother would wake up and see the figure. I gently turned my head toward her and heard her breathing deeply in a deep sleep. Just then the clock on the stairs struck four. I must have waited nearly an hour before I dared to look again, and when I finally mustered the courage to glance toward the drawers, there was nothing there; yet I hadn’t heard the slightest sound even though I had been listening carefully with all my attention.

“As you may suppose, I never closed my eyes again; and glad I was when Creswell knocked at the door, as she did every morning, for we always locked it, and it was my business to get out of bed and let her in; but on this occasion, instead of doing so, I called out, ‘Come in; the door is not fastened;’ upon which she answered that it was, and I was obliged to get out of bed and admit her as usual.

“As you can imagine, I never slept again; and I was glad when Creswell knocked at the door, as she did every morning, because we always locked it, and it was my job to get out of bed and let her in. But this time, instead of doing that, I called out, ‘Come in; the door isn’t locked;’ to which she replied that it was, and I had to get out of bed and let her in as usual.”

“When I told my mother what had happened, she was very grateful to me for not waking her, and commended me much for my resolution; but as she was always my first object, that was not to be wondered at. She however resolved not to risk another night in the house; and we got out of it that very day, after instituting, with the aid of the servants, a thorough search, with a view to ascertain if there was any possible means of getting into the rooms except by the usual modes of ingress; but our search was vain—none could be discovered.

“When I told my mom what had happened, she was really thankful that I didn’t wake her up and praised me a lot for being so brave; but since she was always my main priority, that wasn’t surprising. However, she decided not to risk spending another night in the house, and we left that very day after doing a thorough search with the help of the staff to see if there was any way to access the rooms other than the usual entrances, but our search was useless—nothing could be found.”

“I think, from the errors in the names, &c., that the publisher of the ‘Accredited Ghost-Stories’ must have obtained his account from the inhabitants of Lille.”

“I think, based on the mistakes in the names, etc., that the publisher of the ‘Accredited Ghost-Stories’ must have gotten his information from the people of Lille.”

Considering the number of people that were in the house, the fearlessness of the family, and their disinclination to believe in what is called the supernatural, together with the great interest the owner of this large and handsome residence must have had in discovering the trick, if there had been one, I think it is difficult to find any other explanation of this strange story, than that the sad and disappointed spirit of this poor, injured, and probably murdered boy, had never been disengaged from its earthly relations, to which regret for its frustrated hopes and violated rights still held it attached.

Considering the number of people in the house, the family's fearlessness, and their refusal to believe in what’s called the paranormal, along with the owner of this large and beautiful home likely being very interested in uncovering the trick, if there was one, I find it hard to come up with any other explanation for this strange story than that the sad and disappointed spirit of this poor, injured, and probably murdered boy had never been freed from its earthly ties, still bound by regret for its unfulfilled hopes and violated rights.

There is a story told by Pliny the younger, of a house at Athens, in which nobody could live, from its being haunted. At length the philosopher Athenadorus took it; and the first night he was there, he seems to have comported himself very much as the courageous Mrs. Canning did, on a similar occasion, at Plymouth. He sent his servants to bed, and set himself seriously to work with his writing materials, determined that fancy should not be left free to play him false. For some time all was still, and his mind was wholly engaged in his labors, when he heard a sound like the rattling of chains—which was the sound that had frightened everybody out of the house; but Athenadorus closed his ears, kept his thoughts collected, and wrote on, without lifting up his eyes. The noise, however, increased; it approached the door; it entered the room; then he looked round, and beheld the figure of an old man, lean, haggard, and dirty, with dishevelled hair, and a long beard, who held up his finger and beckoned him. Athenadorus made a gesture with his own hand in return, signifying that he should wait, and went on with his writing. Then the figure advanced and shook his chains over the philosopher’s head, who, on looking up, saw him beckoning as before; whereupon he arose and followed him. The apparition walked slowly, as if obstructed by his chains; and having conducted him to a certain spot in the court, which separated the two divisions of an ancient Greek house, he suddenly disappeared. Athenadorus gathered together some grass and leaves, in order to mark the place; and the next day he recommended the authorities to dig there, which they did, and found the skeleton of a human being encircled with chains. It being taken up, and the rights of sepulture duly performed, the house was no longer disturbed.

There's a story told by Pliny the Younger about a house in Athens that no one could live in because it was haunted. Eventually, the philosopher Athenadorus decided to take it. On his first night there, he acted much like the brave Mrs. Canning did in a similar situation in Plymouth. He sent his servants to bed and got down to serious work with his writing materials, determined not to let his imagination deceive him. For a while, everything was quiet, and he was fully focused on his work when he heard a noise like rattling chains, which had scared everyone else out of the house. But Athenadorus blocked it out, kept his thoughts clear, and continued writing without looking up. The noise grew louder; it approached the door and entered the room. Then he looked around and saw the figure of an old man—thin, worn, and dirty, with messy hair and a long beard—who raised his finger and beckoned him. Athenadorus gestured for him to wait and kept writing. The figure moved closer and shook his chains over the philosopher's head. When Athenadorus looked up again, the figure was still beckoning, so he got up and followed him. The apparition moved slowly, as if hindered by his chains, and led Athenadorus to a specific spot in the courtyard that separated two parts of an ancient Greek house before suddenly vanishing. Athenadorus gathered some grass and leaves to mark the spot, and the next day he advised the authorities to dig there. They did, and discovered a skeleton wrapped in chains. Once it was properly buried, the house was no longer disturbed.

This was, probably, some poor prisoner also; and in his desire to direct notice to his body, we see the prejudices of his age and country surviving dissolution. Grose, the antiquary, who is, as I have before observed, very facetious on the subject of ghosts, remarks that “Dragging chains is not the custom of English ghosts, chains and black vestments being chiefly the accoutrements of foreign spectres, seen in arbitrary governments.” Now, this is a very striking observation. Grose’s studies had, doubtless, introduced him to many histories of this description; and the different characteristics of these apparitions, under different governments, is a circumstance in remarkable conformity with the views of those who have been led to take a much more serious view of the subject. They appear as they lived, and as they conceive of themselves; and when rapport or receptivity enable them to see, and to render themselves visible to those yet living in the flesh, it is by so appearing that they tell their story, and ask for sympathy and assistance. I say enable them to see, because there seem many reasons for concluding that they do not, under ordinary circumstances, see us, any more than we see them. Whether it be rapport with certain inhabitants, or whether the phenomenon be dependent on certain periods, or any other condition, we can not tell; but I have met with several accounts of houses in which an annoyance of this sort has recurred more than once, at different intervals, sometimes at a distance of seven or ten years, the intermediate time being quite free from it.

This was probably another unfortunate prisoner; and in his wish to draw attention to his body, we see the biases of his time and place enduring beyond death. Grose, the antiquarian, who, as I mentioned earlier, often jokes about ghosts, notes that “Dragging chains is not the custom of English ghosts; chains and black clothing mainly belong to foreign spirits, seen in oppressive governments.” This is a very notable observation. Grose’s research must have exposed him to many stories like this; the distinct traits of these apparitions, depending on their government, align remarkably with the views of those who take a much more serious approach to the topic. They appear as they lived, and as they see themselves; and when the connection or receptiveness allows them to perceive and show themselves to those still alive, it’s through this manifestation that they share their story and seek empathy and help. I mention that it enables them to view because there seem to be many reasons to believe that, under normal conditions, they do not see us any more than we see them. Whether it’s a connection with certain people, the phenomenon occurring at specific times, or another factor, we can’t say; but I’ve come across several accounts of places where this type of disturbance has occurred repeatedly at different intervals, sometimes separated by seven or ten years, with no incidents in between.

One of the most melancholy and impressive circumstances of this sort I have met with, occurred to Mrs. L⁠——, a lady with whose family I am acquainted; Mrs. L⁠—— herself having been kind enough to furnish me with the particulars: A few years since, she took a furnished house in Stevenson street, North Shields, and she had been in it but a very few hours before she was perplexed by hearing feet in the passage, though, whenever she opened the door, she could see nobody. She went to the kitchen, and asked the servant if she had not heard the same sound. She said she had not, but that there seemed to be strange noises in the house. When Mrs. L⁠—— went to bed, she could not go to sleep for the noise of a child’s rattle, which seemed to be inside her curtains. It rattled round her head, first on one side, then on the other; then there were sounds of feet, and of a child crying, and a woman sobbing; and, in short, so many strange noises that the servant became frightened and went away. The next girl Mrs. L⁠—— engaged came from Leith, and was a stranger to the place; but she had only passed a night in the house, when she said to her mistress, “This is a troubled house you’ve got into, ma’am;” and she described, among the rest, that she had repeatedly heard her own name called by a voice near her, though she could see nobody.

One of the saddest and most striking situations I’ve come across happened to Mrs. L——, a lady whose family I know; Mrs. L—— kindly shared the details with me. A few years ago, she rented a furnished house on Stevenson Street, North Shields, and it wasn’t long after moving in that she became troubled by hearing footsteps in the hallway, even though every time she opened the door, no one was there. She went to the kitchen and asked the maid if she had heard the same sounds. The maid said she hadn’t, but mentioned that there seemed to be strange noises in the house. When Mrs. L—— went to bed, she couldn't sleep because of the sound of a child’s rattle, which seemed to be coming from inside her curtains. It rattled around her head, first on one side, then the other; then she heard footsteps, a child crying, and a woman sobbing, along with so many odd noises that the maid got scared and left. The next girl Mrs. L—— hired was from Leith and was new to the area; after spending just one night in the house, she told her boss, “This is a haunted house you’ve moved into, ma’am,” and she explained that she had repeatedly heard her own name being called by a voice nearby, although she couldn’t see anyone.

One night Mrs. L⁠—— heard a voice, like nothing human, close to her, cry, “Weep! weep! weep!” Then there was a sound like some one struggling for breath, and again “Weep! weep! weep!” Then the gasping, and a third time, “Weep! weep! weep!” She stood still, and looked steadfastly on the spot whence the voice proceeded, but could see nothing; and her little boy, who held her hand, kept saying, “What is that, mamma? What is that?” She describes the sound as most frightful. All the noises seemed to suggest the idea of childhood, and of a woman in trouble. One night, when it was crying round her bed, Mrs. L⁠—— took courage and adjured it; upon which the noise ceased, for that time, but there was no answer. Mr. L⁠—— was at sea when she took the house, and when he came home he laughed at the story at first, but soon became so convinced the account she gave was correct, that he wanted to have the boards taken up, because, from the noises seeming to hover much about one spot, he thought perhaps some explanation of the mystery might be found. But Mrs. L⁠—— objected that if anything of a painful nature were discovered she should not be able to continue in the house, and as she must pay the year’s rent, she wished, if possible, to make out the time.

One night, Mrs. L⁠—— heard a voice, unlike anything human, closely near her, crying, “Weep! weep! weep!” Then there was a sound like someone struggling to breathe, followed by “Weep! weep! weep!” Again, the gasping, and a third time, “Weep! weep! weep!” She froze in place, staring intently at the spot where the voice came from, but saw nothing; her little boy, holding her hand, kept asking, “What is that, mama? What is that?” She described the sound as incredibly frightening. All the noises seemed to evoke the idea of childhood and a woman in distress. One night, while it cried around her bed, Mrs. L⁠—— gathered her courage and called out to it; the noise stopped for that time, but there was no response. Mr. L⁠—— was at sea when she moved into the house, and when he returned, he initially laughed off her story, but soon became so convinced that her account was true that he wanted to lift the floorboards, thinking perhaps some explanation of the mystery could be found, as the noises seemed to linger around one spot. However, Mrs. L⁠—— objected, stating that if anything painful was discovered, she wouldn’t be able to stay in the house, and since she had to pay the year’s rent, she wanted to make it through the time if possible.

She never saw anything but twice; once, the appearance of a child seemed to fall from the ceiling, close to her, and then disappear; and another time she saw a child run into a closet in a room at the top of the house; and it was most remarkable that a small door in that room, which was used for going out on to the roof, always stood open. However often they shut it, it was opened again immediately by an unseen hand, even before they got out of the room; and this continued the whole time they were in the house; while, night and day, some one in creaking shoes was heard pacing backward and forward in the room over Mr. and Mrs. L⁠——’s heads.

She only saw things twice; first, a child seemed to fall from the ceiling near her and then vanish; and another time, she saw a child run into a closet in a room at the top of the house. It was strange that a small door in that room, which led out to the roof, was always left open. No matter how many times they shut it, it would immediately swing open again by an unseen hand, often before they could even leave the room. This went on the entire time they were in the house, and night and day, someone in creaking shoes could be heard pacing back and forth in the room above Mr. and Mrs. L⁠——’s heads.

At length the year expired; and to their great relief they quitted the house; but five or six years afterward, a person who had bought it having taken up the floor of that upper room to repair it, there was found, close to the small door above alluded to, the skeleton of a child. It was then remembered that some years before a gentleman of somewhat dissolute habits had resided there, and that he was supposed to have been on very intimate terms with a young woman-servant who lived with him, but there had been no suspicion of anything more criminal.

At last, the year came to an end, and they were greatly relieved to leave the house. However, five or six years later, a person who had bought the property lifted the floor of that upper room for repairs and discovered the skeleton of a child near the small door mentioned earlier. It was then recalled that some years prior, a gentleman with somewhat reckless habits had lived there, and he was thought to have been very close to a young woman who worked for him, but there had never been any suspicion of anything more criminal.

About six years ago, Mr. C⁠——, a gentleman engaged in business in London, heard of a good country-house in the neighborhood of the metropolis, which was to be had at a low rent. It was rather an old-fashioned place, and was surrounded by a garden and pleasure-ground; and having taken a lease of it for seven years, furnished as it was, his family removed thither, and he joined them once or twice a week, as his business permitted.

About six years ago, Mr. C⁠——, a businessman in London, found out about a nice country house near the city that was available for a low rent. The place was a bit old-fashioned and had a garden and recreational area. After signing a seven-year lease for the furnished property, his family moved in, and he joined them once or twice a week when his work allowed.

They had been some considerable time in the house without the occurrence of anything remarkable, when one evening, toward dusk, Mrs. C⁠——, on going into what was called the oak bed-room, saw a female figure near one of the windows. It was apparently a young woman with dark hair hanging over her shoulders, a silk petticoat, and a short, white robe, and she appeared to be looking eagerly through the window, as if expecting somebody. Mrs. C⁠—— clapped her hand upon her eyes, “as thinking she had seen something she ought not to have seen,” and when she looked again the figure had disappeared.

They had spent quite a bit of time in the house without anything unusual happening when one evening, around dusk, Mrs. C⁠—— entered what was known as the oak bedroom and saw a female figure near one of the windows. It appeared to be a young woman with dark hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a silk petticoat and a short white robe, and she seemed to be peering eagerly through the window, as if waiting for someone. Mrs. C⁠—— covered her eyes, thinking she had seen something she shouldn't have, and when she looked again, the figure was gone.

Shortly after this, a young girl who filled the situation of under nursery-maid, came to her in great agitation, saying that she had had a terrible fright, from seeing a very ugly old woman looking in upon her as she passed the window in the lobby. The girl was trembling violently, and almost crying, so that Mrs. C⁠—— entertained no doubts of the reality of her alarm. She, however, thought it advisable to laugh her out of her fear, and went with her to the window, which looked into a closed court, but there was no one there, neither had any of the other servants seen such a person. Soon after this, the family began to find themselves disturbed with strange, and frequently very loud, noises during the night. Among the rest, there was something like the beating of a crow-bar upon the pump in the abovementioned court; but, search as they would, they could discover no cause for the sound. One day, when Mr. C⁠—— had brought a friend from London to stay the night with him, Mrs. C⁠—— thought proper to go up to the oak bed-room, where the stranger was to sleep, for the purpose of inspecting the arrangements for his comfort, when, to her great surprise, some one seemed to follow her up to the fireplace, though, on turning round, there was nobody to be seen. She said nothing about it, however, and returned below, where her husband and the stranger were sitting. Presently, one of the servants (not the one mentioned above) tapped at the door and requested to speak with her, and Mrs. C⁠—— going out, she told her, in great agitation, that in going up stairs to the visiter’s room, a footstep had followed her all the way to the fireplace, although she could see nobody. Mrs. C⁠—— said something soothing, and that matter passed, she, herself, being a good deal puzzled, but still unwilling to admit the idea that there was anything extra-natural in these occurrences. Repeatedly, after this, these footsteps were heard in different parts of the house, when nobody was to be seen; and often, while she was lying in bed, she heard them distinctly approach her door, when, being a very courageous woman, she would start out with a loaded pistol in her hand, but there was never any one to be seen. At length it was impossible to conceal from herself and her servants that these occurrences were of an extraordinary nature, and the latter, as may be supposed, felt very uncomfortable. Among other unpleasant things, while sitting all together in the kitchen, they used to see the latch lifted and the door open, though no one came in that they could see; and when Mr. C⁠—— himself watched for these events, although they took place, and he was quite on the alert, he altogether failed in detecting any visible agent.

Shortly after this, a young girl who worked as an under-nursery maid came to her in great distress, saying that she had gotten a terrible scare from seeing a very ugly old woman looking in at her as she passed the window in the hallway. The girl was shaking violently and almost in tears, so Mrs. C⁠—— had no doubt that her fear was genuine. However, she thought it would be better to laugh it off and went with her to the window, which looked into a closed courtyard, but there was no one there, and none of the other servants had seen anyone either. Not long after that, the family began to be disturbed by strange, often very loud noises during the night. Among other sounds, there was a noise that resembled a crowbar hitting the pump in the aforementioned courtyard; yet, no matter how much they searched, they couldn’t find the source of the sound. One day, when Mr. C⁠—— had brought a friend from London to spend the night, Mrs. C⁠—— thought it would be wise to check the oak bedroom where the guest was supposed to sleep to make sure everything was comfortable. To her surprise, she felt as if someone followed her to the fireplace, but when she turned around, there was no one there. She didn't mention it and went back downstairs, where her husband and the guest were sitting. Soon after, one of the servants (not the one mentioned earlier) knocked on the door and asked to speak with her. When Mrs. C⁠—— stepped outside, the servant, clearly shaken, told her that as she walked up to the visitor’s room, a footstep had followed her all the way to the fireplace, even though she couldn’t see anyone. Mrs. C⁠—— said something comforting, and they moved on from that, although she herself was quite puzzled and unwilling to accept that anything supernatural was happening. After that, footsteps were repeatedly heard in different parts of the house when no one was around, and many times, while she was lying in bed, she distinctly heard them approach her door. Being a very brave woman, she would spring out of bed with a loaded pistol in hand, but there was never anyone to be seen. Eventually, it became impossible for her and her servants to deny that these events were extraordinary, and as you can imagine, the staff felt very uneasy. Among other unsettling things, while they were all sitting together in the kitchen, they would see the latch lift and the door open, though no one came in that they could see; and when Mr. C⁠—— himself waited for these events to happen, though they did occur while he was fully alert, he failed to catch any visible cause.

One night, the same servant who had heard the footsteps following her to the bed-room fireplace, happening to be asleep in Mrs. C⁠——’s chamber, she became much disturbed, and was heard to murmur, “Wake me! wake me!” as if in great mental anguish. Being aroused, she told her mistress a dream she had had, which seemed to throw some light upon these mysteries. She thought she was in the oak bed-room, and at one end of it she saw a young female in an old-fashioned dress, with long dark hair, while in another part of the room was a very ugly old woman, also in old-fashioned attire. The latter addressing the former said, “What have you done with the child, Emily? What have you done with the child?” To which the younger figure answered, “Oh, I did not kill it. He was preserved, and grew up, and joined the —— regiment, and went to India.” Then addressing the sleeper, the young lady continued, “I have never spoken to mortal before; but I will tell you all. My name is Miss Black; and this old woman is Nurse Black. Black is not her name, but we call her so because she has been so long in the family.” Here the old woman interrupted the speaker by coming up and laying her hand on the dreaming girl’s shoulder, while she said something; but she could not remember what, for, feeling excruciating pain from the touch, she had been so far aroused as to be sensible she was asleep, and to beg to be wholly awakened.

One night, the same servant who had heard footsteps following her to the bedroom fireplace was sleeping in Mrs. C⁠——’s room. She became quite disturbed and was heard mumbling, “Wake me! wake me!” as if she were in great mental distress. When she was woken up, she told her mistress about a dream she had that seemed to shed some light on these mysteries. She thought she was in the oak bedroom and saw a young woman in an old-fashioned dress with long dark hair at one end of the room, while in another corner was an ugly old woman, also in old-fashioned clothing. The old woman addressed the younger one, saying, “What have you done with the child, Emily? What have you done with the child?” The younger figure replied, “Oh, I did not kill it. He was saved, grew up, joined the —— regiment, and went to India.” Then, turning to the sleeper, the young lady continued, “I have never spoken to anyone before, but I will tell you everything. My name is Miss Black; and this old woman is Nurse Black. Black is not her real name, but we call her that because she has been in the family for so long.” At this point, the old woman interrupted by approaching and placing her hand on the dreaming girl’s shoulder, while she said something; but the girl couldn’t remember what it was, because the touch caused her excruciating pain, awakening her enough to realize she was asleep and to plead to be fully awakened.

As the old woman seemed to resemble the figure that one of the other servants had seen looking into the window, and the young one resembled that she had herself seen in the oak chamber, Mrs. C⁠—— naturally concluded that there was something extraordinary about this dream, and she consequently took an early opportunity of inquiring in the neighborhood what was known as to the names or circumstances of the former inhabitants of this house; and, after much investigation, she learned that, about seventy or eighty years before, it had been in the possession of a Mrs. Ravenhall, who had a niece, named Miss Black, living with her. This niece Mrs. C⁠—— supposed might be the younger of the two persons who was seen. Subsequently, she saw her again in the same room, wringing her hands, and looking with a mournful significance to one corner. They had the boards taken up on that spot, but nothing was found.

As the old woman looked like the figure that one of the other servants had seen staring in through the window, and the young woman resembled the one she had seen in the oak room, Mrs. C⁠—— naturally thought there was something unusual about this dream. So, she took the chance to ask around the neighborhood about the names or history of the former residents of this house. After a lot of digging, she found out that about seventy or eighty years earlier, it was owned by a Mrs. Ravenhall, who had a niece named Miss Black living with her. Mrs. C⁠—— guessed that the younger of the two people seen might be her. Later, she saw her again in the same room, wringing her hands and looking with a sad significance at one corner. They had the floorboards taken up in that spot, but nothing was discovered.

One of the most curious incidents, connected with this story, remains to be told. After occupying the house three years, they were preparing to quit it—not on account of its being haunted, but for other reasons—when on awaking one morning, a short time before their departure, Mrs. C⁠—— saw, standing at the foot of her bed, a dark-complexioned man, in a working dress, a fustian jacket, and red comforter round his neck—who, however, suddenly disappeared. Mr. C⁠—— was lying beside her at the time, but asleep. This was the last apparition seen. But the strange thing is, that a few days after this, it being necessary to order in a small quantity of coals to serve till their removal, Mr. C⁠—— undertook to perform the commission on his way to London. Accordingly, the next day, she mentioned to him that the coals had arrived; which he said was very fortunate, since he had entirely forgotten to order them. Wondering whence they had come, Mrs. C⁠—— hereupon inquired of the servants, who none of them knew anything about the matter; but on interrogating a person in the village, by whom they had frequently been provided with this article, he answered that they had been ordered by a dark man, in a fustian jacket and red comfort, who had called for the purpose.

One of the most intriguing incidents related to this story still needs to be shared. After living in the house for three years, they were getting ready to leave—not because it was haunted, but for other reasons. Then, one morning shortly before their departure, Mrs. C⁠—— woke up to find a dark-skinned man in work clothes, wearing a fustian jacket and a red scarf around his neck, standing at the foot of her bed—who suddenly vanished. Mr. C⁠—— was lying next to her at the time, but he was asleep. This was the last sighting. The odd thing is, a few days later, since they needed to order a small amount of coal to last until they moved, Mr. C⁠—— decided to take care of it on his way to London. The next day, she told him that the coal had arrived, and he said it was lucky because he completely forgot to order it. Curious about where it came from, Mrs. C⁠—— asked the servants, but none of them knew anything about it. When she asked someone in the village who often supplied them with coal, he responded that it had been ordered by a dark man in a fustian jacket and red scarf, who had come by for that purpose.

After this last event, Mr. and Mrs. C⁠—— quitted the house; but I have heard that its subsequent tenants encountered some similar annoyances, although I have no means of ascertaining the particulars.

After this last event, Mr. and Mrs. C⁠—— left the house; but I’ve heard that its next tenants faced some similar annoyances, although I have no way to find out the details.

But perhaps one of the most remarkable cases of haunting in modern times, is that of Willington, near Newcastle, in my account of which, however, I find myself anticipated by Mr. Howitt; and as he has had the advantage of visiting the place, which I have not, I shall take the liberty of borrowing his description of it, prefacing the account with the following letter from Mr. Proctor, the owner of the house, who it will be seen vouches for the general authenticity of the narrative. The letter was written in answer to one from me, requesting some more precise information than I had been able to obtain:—

But one of the most incredible cases of haunting in recent times is that of Willington, near Newcastle. However, I find that Mr. Howitt has already covered it, and since he has had the opportunity to visit the location, which I haven't, I’ll borrow his description. I’ll start with the following letter from Mr. Proctor, the owner of the house, who, as you will see, confirms the overall authenticity of the story. The letter was written in response to my request for more specific information than I had been able to gather:—

“Josh. Proctor hopes C. Crowe will excuse her note having remained two weeks unanswered, during which time J. P. has been from home, or particularly engaged. Feeling averse to add to the publicity the circumstances occurring in his house, at Willington, have already obtained, J. P. would rather not furnish additional particulars; but if C. C. is not in possession of the number of ‘Howitt’s Journal,’ which contains a variety of details on the subject, he will be glad to forward her one. He would, at the same time, assure C. Crowe of the strict accuracy of that portion of W. Howitt’s narrative which is extracted from ‘Richardson’s Table Book.’ W. Howitt’s statements, derived from his recollection of verbal communications with branches of J. Proctor’s family, are likewise essentially correct, though, as might be expected in some degree, erroneous circumstantially.

“Josh. Proctor hopes C. Crowe will understand why her note has gone unanswered for two weeks, during which J. P. has been away from home or particularly busy. Not wanting to add to the attention the events happening in his house at Willington have already received, J. P. prefers not to provide more details; however, if C. C. doesn’t have the issue of ‘Howitt’s Journal’ that includes various details on the topic, he will be happy to send her a copy. At the same time, he wants to assure C. Crowe of the accuracy of that part of W. Howitt’s narrative taken from ‘Richardson’s Table Book.’ W. Howitt’s accounts, based on his memories of conversations with branches of J. Proctor’s family, are also generally accurate, though, as might be expected to some extent, they contain some circumstantial errors.”

“J. P. takes leave to express his conviction that the unbelief of the educated classes in apparitions of the deceased and kindred phenomena is not grounded on a fair philosophic examination of the facts, which have induced the popular belief of all ages and countries; and that it will be found by succeeding ages to have been nothing better than unreasoning and unreasonable prejudice.

“J. P. wants to express his belief that the educated classes' disbelief in apparitions of the deceased and similar phenomena is not based on a thorough philosophical examination of the facts that have shaped the popular beliefs throughout history and across cultures; and that future generations will realize it has been nothing but unreasoning and unreasonable bias.”

Willington, near Newcastle-on-Tyne,

Willington, near Newcastle upon Tyne,

7th mo. 22, 1847.”

July 22, 1847.”

“VISITS TO REMARKABLE PLACES.

"Visits to Amazing Places."

 

by william howitt.

by William Howitt.

 

“THE HAUNTED HOUSE AT WILLINGTON, NEAR NEWCASTLE-ON-TYNE.

“THE HAUNTED HOUSE AT WILLINGTON, NEAR NEWCASTLE-ON-TYNE.

“We have of late years settled it as an established fact that ghosts and haunted houses were the empty creation of ignorant times. We have comfortably persuaded ourselves that such fancies only hovered in the twilight of superstition, and that in these enlightened days they had vanished for ever. How often has it been triumphantly referred to, as a proof that all such things were the offspring of ignorance, that nothing of the kind is heard of now? What shall we say, then, to the following facts? Here we have ghosts and a haunted house still. We have them in the face of our vaunted noonday light—in the midst of a busy and a populous neighborhood—in the neighborhood of a large and most intelligent town—and in a family neither ignorant nor in any other respect superstitious. For years have these ghosts and hauntings disturbed the quiet of a highly respectable family, and continue to haunt and disturb, spite of the incredulity of the wise, the investigations of the curious, and the anxious vigilance of the suffering family itself.

“We have recently come to accept as a proven fact that ghosts and haunted houses are just the empty inventions of a less informed past. We have comfortably convinced ourselves that such fantasies only lingered in the shadows of superstition and that they have disappeared forever in these enlightened times. How often is it triumphantly pointed out as proof that all such things are rooted in ignorance that nothing like that is reported today? So, what should we say about the following facts? Here we still have ghosts and a haunted house. We have them in the bright light of day—in a busy, populated area—in the vicinity of a large and very intelligent town—and in a family that is neither ignorant nor superstitious in any way. For years, these ghosts and hauntings have disrupted the peace of a highly respected family, and they continue to disturb, despite the disbelief of the wise, the investigations of the curious, and the worried watchfulness of the suffering family itself.”

“Between the railway running from Newcastle-on-Tyne to North Shields, and the river Tyne, there lie in a hollow some few cottages, a parsonage, a mill, and a miller’s house: these constitute the hamlet of Willington. Just above these the railway is carried across the valley on lofty arches, and from it you look down on the mill and cottages, lying at a considerable depth below. The mill is a large steam flour-mill, like a factory, and the miller’s house stands near it, but not adjoining it. None of the cottages which lie between these premises and the railway, either, are in contact with them. The house stands on a sort of little promontory, round which runs the channel of a water-course, which appears to fill and empty with the tides. On one side of the mill and house, slopes away upward a field to a considerable distance, where it is terminated by other enclosures; on the other stands a considerable extent of ballast-hill—i. e., one of the numerous hills on the banks of the Tyne made by the deposite of ballast from the vessels trading thither. At a distance, the top of the mill seems about level with the country around it. The place lies about half-way between Newcastle and North Shields.

“Between the railway that runs from Newcastle-on-Tyne to North Shields and the River Tyne, there are a few cottages, a vicarage, a mill, and a miller's house situated in a hollow: these make up the hamlet of Willington. Just above these structures, the railway crosses the valley on tall arches, and from it, you can look down on the mill and cottages, which are quite a bit below. The mill is a large steam flour mill, similar to a factory, and the miller’s house is located nearby, but not attached to it. None of the cottages between these buildings and the railway are connected to them either. The house is positioned on a small rise, surrounded by a watercourse that fills and empties with the tides. On one side of the mill and house, a field slopes up for quite a distance, ending at other fenced areas; on the other side, there is a significant amount of ballast hill—that is, one of the many hills along the banks of the Tyne formed by the ballast deposited from the ships that dock there. From afar, the top of the mill appears to be level with the surrounding land. The place is located about halfway between Newcastle and North Shields.”

“This mill is, I believe, the property of, and is worked by, Messrs. Unthank and Procter. Mr. Joseph Procter resides on the spot in the house just by the mill, as already stated. He is a member of the society of friends—a gentleman in the very prime of life—and his wife, an intelligent lady, is of a family of friends in Carlisle. They have several young children. This very respectable and well-informed family, belonging to a sect which of all others is most accustomed to control, to regulate, and to put down even the imagination—the last people in the world, as it would appear, in fact, to be affected by any mere imaginary terrors or impressions—have for years been persecuted by the most extraordinary noises and apparitions.

“This mill is, I believe, owned by Messrs. Unthank and Procter and is operated by them. Mr. Joseph Procter lives nearby in the house next to the mill, as mentioned earlier. He is a member of the Society of Friends—a gentleman in the prime of his life—and his wife, an intelligent woman, comes from a family of Friends in Carlisle. They have several young children. This well-respected and knowledgeable family, part of a group that is the least likely to be swayed by mere imagination—seemingly the last people in the world to be affected by irrational fears or impressions—has been plagued for years by the most bizarre noises and apparitions.

“The house is not an old house, as will appear; it was built about the year 1800. It has no particularly spectral look about it. Seeing it in passing, or within, ignorant of its real character, one should by no means say that it was a place likely to have the reputation of being haunted. Yet looking down from the railway, and seeing it and the mill lying in a deep hole, one might imagine various strange noises likely to be heard in such a place in the night, from vessels on the river—from winds sweeping and howling down the gulley in which it stands—from engines in the neighborhood connected with coal-mines, one of which, I could not tell where, was making at the time I was there a wild sighing noise, as I stood on the hill above. There is not any passage, however, known of under the house, by which subterranean noises could be heard; nor are they merely noises that are heard,—distinct apparitions are declared to be seen.

“The house isn’t really old, as you might think; it was built around 1800. It doesn’t have a particularly creepy vibe. If you just passed by or looked inside without knowing its true nature, you wouldn’t think it was the kind of place rumored to be haunted. But if you looked down from the train tracks and saw it and the mill in a deep valley, you might imagine all sorts of strange sounds could come from somewhere nearby at night—from boats on the river, from the wind howling through the valley it sits in, and from engines in the area related to coal mines, one of which, I couldn’t figure out where it was, made a wild sighing noise while I was standing on the hill above. However, there isn’t any known passage under the house where underground noises could be heard; it’s not just noises that are reported—specific apparitions are claimed to be seen.”

“Spite of the unwillingness of Mr. Procter, that these mysterious circumstances should become quite public, and averse as he is to make known himself these strange visitations, they were of such a nature that they soon became rumored over the whole neighborhood. Numbers of people hurried to the place to inquire into the truth of them, and at length a remarkable occurrence brought them into print. What this occurrence was, the pamphlet which appeared, and which was afterward reprinted in ‘The Local Historian’s Table-Book,’ published by Mr. M. A. Richardson, of Newcastle, and which I here copy, will explain. It will be seen that the writer of this article has the fullest faith in the reality of what he relates, as, indeed, vast numbers of the best informed inhabitants of the neighborhood have.

“Despite Mr. Procter’s reluctance for these mysterious events to be made public and his aversion to revealing the strange visits himself, the nature of the occurrences quickly made their way around the neighborhood. Many people rushed to the location to find out the truth, and eventually, a significant event brought the story to print. The details of this event can be found in the pamphlet that was published and later reprinted in ‘The Local Historian’s Table-Book,’ published by Mr. M. A. Richardson of Newcastle, which I am copying here. It’s clear that the writer of this article firmly believes in the validity of what they describe, as do countless informed residents of the area.”

authentic account of a visit to the haunted house

A true story about a visit to the haunted house.

at willington.

at Willington.

“Were we to draw an inference from the number of cases of reported visitations from the invisible world that have been made public of late, we might be led to imagine that the days of supernatural agency were about to recommence, and that ghosts and hobgoblins were about to resume their sway over the fears of mankind. Did we, however, indulge in such an apprehension, a glance at the current tone of the literature and philosophy of the day, when treating of these subjects, would show a measure of unbelief regarding them as scornful and uncompromising as the veriest atheist or materialist could desire. Notwithstanding the prevalence of this feeling among the educated classes, there is a curiosity and interest manifested in every occurrence of this nature, that indicate a lurking faith at bottom, which an affected skepticism fails entirely to conceal. We feel, therefore, that we need not apologise to our readers for introducing the following particulars of a visit to a house in this immediate neighborhood, which had become notorious for some years previous, as being ‘haunted;’ and several of the reputed deeds, or misdeeds, of its supernatural visitant had been published far and wide by rumor’s thousand tongues. We deem it as worthy to be chronicled as the doings of its contemporary genii at Windsor, Dublin, Liverpool, Carlisle, and Sunderland, and which have all likewise hitherto failed, after public investigation, to receive a solution consistent with a rejection of spiritual agency.

“If we were to infer from the number of recently reported visitations from the unseen world, we might think that the era of supernatural influences is about to return and that ghosts and goblins are set to regain their control over people's fears. However, if we entertain such a worry, a look at the current literature and philosophy surrounding these topics would reveal a level of disbelief as scornful and steadfast as the most ardent atheist or materialist could wish for. Despite this prevalent attitude among the educated, there's a curiosity and interest in every occurrence of this nature that suggest a hidden faith underneath, which an affected skepticism can’t completely hide. Therefore, we feel no need to apologize to our readers for sharing the following details of a visit to a house in our neighborhood, which has become infamous in recent years for being ‘haunted,’ and where several of the supposed actions, or misdeeds, of its supernatural resident have been spread far and wide by countless rumors. We think this is as worthy of recording as the happenings of its contemporary spirits in Windsor, Dublin, Liverpool, Carlisle, and Sunderland, all of which have also failed to find an explanation that dismisses spiritual influences after public investigation.”

“We have visited the house in question, which is well known to many of our readers, as being near a large steam corn-mill, in full view of Willington viaduct, on the Newcastle and Shields railway; and it may not be irrelevant to mention that it is quite detached from the mill, or any other premises, and has no cellaring under it. The proprietor of the house, who lives in it, declines to make public the particulars of the disturbance to which he has been subjected, and it must be understood that the account of the visit we are about to lay before our readers is derived from a friend to whom Dr. Drury presented a copy of his correspondence on the subject, with power to make such use of it as he thought proper. We learned that the house had been reputed, at least one room in it, to have been haunted forty years ago, and had afterward been undisturbed for a long period, during some years of which quietude the present occupant lived in it unmolested. We are also informed that about the time that the premises were building, viz., in 1800 or 1801, there were reports of some deed of darkness having been committed by some one employed about them. We should extend this account beyond the limits we have set to ourselves, did we now enter upon a full account of the strange things which have been seen and heard about the place by several of the neighbors, as well as those which are reported to have been seen, heard, and felt, by the inmates, whose servants have been changed, on that account, many times. We proceed, therefore, to give the following letters which have been passed between individuals of undoubted veracity, leaving the reader to draw his own conclusions on the subject.”

“We have visited the house in question, which is well known to many of our readers as being near a large steam corn mill, right in view of the Willington viaduct on the Newcastle and Shields railway. It’s worth mentioning that the house is completely detached from the mill and any other buildings, and it has no cellar beneath it. The owner of the house, who lives there, refuses to share the details of the disturbances he has experienced, so it must be understood that the account of our visit is based on a friend to whom Dr. Drury gave a copy of his correspondence on the matter, with permission to use it as they saw fit. We learned that one of the rooms in the house was thought to be haunted about forty years ago, but it remained undisturbed for a long time, during which the current occupant lived there peacefully. We were also told that around the time the building was constructed, specifically in 1800 or 1801, there were rumors of someone involved in the construction committing a dark act. We would go beyond our limits if we included a full account of the strange happenings reported by several neighbors, as well as those experienced by the residents, whose staff has changed many times because of it. Therefore, we will present the following letters exchanged between reputable individuals, allowing the reader to draw their own conclusions on the subject.”

“(Copy, No. 1.)

“(Copy, No. 1.)

17th June, 1840.

June 17, 1840.

To Mr. Procter:

“To Mr. Procter:”

Sir: Having heard from indisputable authority, viz., that of my excellent friend, Mr. Davison, of Low Willington, farmer, that you and your family are disturbed by most unaccountable noises at night, I beg leave to tell you that I have read attentively Wesley’s account of such things, but with, I must confess, no great belief; but an account of this report coming from one of your sect, which I admire for candor and simplicity, my curiosity is excited to a high pitch, which I would fain satisfy. My desire is to remain alone in the house all night with no companion but my own watch-dog, in which, as far as courage and fidelity are concerned, I place much more reliance than upon any three young gentlemen I know of. And it is also my hope that, if I have a fair trial, I shall be able to unravel this mystery. Mr. Davison will give you every satisfaction if you take the trouble to inquire of him concerning me.

Sir: I’ve heard from a reliable source, specifically my good friend Mr. Davison from Low Willington, who mentioned that you and your family are troubled by some strange noises at night. I want to share that I’ve read Wesley’s account of such occurrences, though I must admit I wasn’t very convinced. However, hearing about this from someone in your community, which I admire for its honesty and straightforwardness, has piqued my curiosity to a great extent, and I’d really like to find out more. I want to spend the entire night alone in the house, with only my watch-dog for company, as I trust him much more for bravery and loyalty than any three young gentlemen I can think of. I also hope that, given a fair chance, I can unravel this mystery. Mr. Davison can provide you with any information you need if you take the time to ask him about me.”

“I am, sir, yours most respectfully,

“I am, sir, your most respectful servant,

Edward Drury.

Edward Drury.

“At C. C. Embleton’s, Surgeon,

“At C. C. Embleton, Surgeon,”

No. 10 Church street, Sunderland.”

“No. 10 Church Street, Sunderland.”

“(Copy, No. 2.)

“(Copy, No. 2.)

“Joseph Procter’s respects to Edward Drury, whose note he received a few days ago, expressing a wish to pass a night in his house at Willington. As the family is going from home on the 23d instant, and one of Unthank and Procter’s men will sleep in the house, if Edward Drury feel inclined to come on or after the 24th, to spend a night in it, he is at liberty so to do, with or without his faithful dog, which, by-the-by, can be of no possible use, except as company. At the same time, Joseph Procter thinks it best to inform him that particular disturbances are far from frequent at present, being only occasional, and quite uncertain, and therefore the satisfaction of Edward Drury’s curiosity must be considered as problematical. The best chance will be afforded by sitting up alone in the third story, till it be fairly daylight, say two or three A. M.

“Joseph Procter sends his regards to Edward Drury, whose note he received a few days ago, expressing a desire to spend a night at his house in Willington. Since the family will be away on the 23rd of this month, and one of Unthank and Procter’s workers will be staying in the house, if Edward Drury wants to come on or after the 24th to spend a night there, he is welcome to do so, with or without his loyal dog, which, by the way, will be of no real use other than for company. At the same time, Joseph Procter thinks it’s best to let him know that disturbances are currently quite rare, occurring only occasionally and unpredictably, so the fulfillment of Edward Drury’s curiosity should be seen as uncertain. The best chance would be to stay up alone in the third story until it’s fully daylight, around two or three A.M.”

Willington, 6th mo. 21st, 1840.”

“Willington, June 21, 1840.”

“Joseph Procter will leave word with T. Maun, foreman, to admit Edward Drury.

“Joseph Procter will inform T. Maun, the foreman, to allow Edward Drury entry.”

 

“Mr. Procter left home with his family on the 23d of June, and got an old servant, who was then out of place in consequence of ill-health, to take charge of the house during their absence. Mr. Procter returned alone, on account of business, on the 3d of July, on the evening of which day Mr. Drury and his companion also unexpectedly arrived. After the house had been locked up, every corner of it was minutely examined. The room out of which the apparition issued is too shallow to contain any person. Mr. Drury and his friend had lights by them, and were satisfied that there was no one in the house besides Mr. Procter, the servant, and themselves.”

“Mr. Procter left home with his family on June 23rd and hired an old servant, who was out of work due to health issues, to look after the house while they were away. Mr. Procter came back alone on July 3rd for business, and on that same evening, Mr. Drury and his companion unexpectedly showed up as well. After locking the house, every nook and cranny was carefully checked. The room where the ghost appeared is too small to fit any person. Mr. Drury and his friend had their own lights and confirmed that no one was in the house except for Mr. Procter, the servant, and themselves.”

“(Copy, No. 3.)

“(Copy, No. 3.)

Monday Morning, July 6th, 1840.

Monday Morning, July 6, 1840.

To Mr. Procter:

“To Mr. Procter:”

Dear Sir: I am sorry I was not at home to receive you yesterday, when you kindly called to inquire for me. I am happy to state, that I am really surprised that I have been so little affected as I am, after that horrid and most awful affair. The only bad effect that I feel is a heavy dullness in one of my ears, the right one. I call it heavy dullness because I not only do not hear distinctly, but feel in it a constant noise. This I never was affected with before; but I doubt not it will go off. I am persuaded that no one went to your house at any time more disbelieving in respect to seeing anything peculiar; and now no one can be more satisfied than myself. I will, in the course of a few days, send you a full detail of all I saw and heard. Mr. Spence and two other gentlemen came down to my house in the afternoon to hear my detail; but, sir, could I account for these noises from natural causes, yet so firmly am I persuaded of the horrid apparition, that I would affirm that what I saw with my eyes was a punishment to me for my scoffing and unbelief; that I am assured that, as far as the horror is concerned, they are happy that believe and have not seen. Let me trouble you, sir, to give me the address of your sister, from Cumberland, who was alarmed, and also of your brother. I would feel a satisfaction in having a line from them; and, above all things, it will be a great cause of joy to me, if you never allow your young family to be in that horrid house again. Hoping you will write a few lines at your leisure,

Dear Sir/Madam: I’m sorry I wasn’t home to see you yesterday when you kindly stopped by to check on me. I’m surprised at how little I’ve been affected after that terrible and awful event. The only issue I’m experiencing is a dull heaviness in my right ear. I call it dullness because I not only can’t hear clearly, but there’s also a constant noise in it. I’ve never felt this before, but I’m sure it will go away. I’m convinced that no one approached your house more doubtful about seeing anything unusual; and now, no one could be more convinced than I am. In a few days, I’ll send you a complete account of everything I saw and heard. Mr. Spence and two other gentlemen came by my house in the afternoon to hear my story; but, sir, even if I could explain these noises through natural causes, I am so firmly convinced of the horrific apparition that I’d say what I witnessed was a consequence of my skepticism and disbelief; I believe that, concerning the horror, those who haven’t seen it but believe are better off. Please let me know the address of your sister from Cumberland, who was alarmed, as well as your brother's address. I would appreciate a note from them; and above all, it would bring me great joy if you never let your young family return to that terrifying house again. I hope you’ll write a few lines when you have the time,

“I remain, dear sir, yours very truly,

“I remain, dear sir, sincerely yours,

Edward Drury.”

Edward Drury.”

“(Copy, No. 4.)

“(Copy, No. 4.)

Willington, 7th mo. 9, 1840.

Willington, July 9, 1840.

Respected Friend, E. Drury: Having been at Sunderland, I did not receive thine of the 6th till yesterday morning. I am glad to hear thou art getting well over the effects of thy unlooked-for visitation. I hold in respect thy bold and manly assertion of the truth, in the face of that ridicule and ignorant conceit with which that which is called the supernatural, in the present day, is usually assailed.

Dear Friend, E. Drury: I was in Sunderland, so I only received your message from the 6th yesterday morning. I'm really glad to hear you’re recovering from that unexpected situation. I admire your courageous and honest stand for the truth, despite the mockery and arrogance often directed at what people today call the supernatural.”

“I shall be glad to receive thy detail, in which it will be needful to be very particular in showing that thou couldst not be asleep or attacked by nightmare, or mistake a reflection of the candle, as some sagaciously suppose.

“I’ll be happy to receive your details, in which it will be necessary to be very specific in showing that you couldn’t have been asleep or haunted by a nightmare, or confused the candle’s reflection, as some wisely suggest.”

“I remain, respectfully, thy friend,

“I remain, respectfully, your friend,

Josh. Procter.

Josh. Procter.

“P. S.—I have about thirty witnesses to various things which can not be satisfactorily accounted for on any other principle than that of spiritual agency.”

“P. S.—I have around thirty witnesses to various events that can't be explained satisfactorily by any other means than spiritual intervention.”

“(Copy, No. 5.)

“(Copy, No. 5.)

Sunderland, July 13, 1840.

Sunderland, July 13, 1840.

Dear Sir: I hereby, according to promise in my last letter, forward you a true account of what I heard and saw at your house, in which I was led to pass the night from various rumors circulated by most respectable parties—particularly from an account by my esteemed friend Mr. Davison, whose name I mentioned to you in a former letter. Having received your sanction to visit your mysterious dwelling, I went on the 3d of July, accompanied by a friend of mine, T. Hudson. This was not according to promise, nor in accordance with my first intent, as I wrote to you I would come alone; but I felt gratified at your kindness in not alluding to the liberty I had taken, as it ultimately proved for the best. I must here mention that, not expecting you at home, I had in my pocket a brace of pistols, determining in my mind to let one of them drop before the miller, as if by accident, for fear he should presume to play tricks upon me; but, after my interview with you, I felt there was no occasion for weapons, and did not load them, after you had allowed us to inspect as minutely as we pleased every portion of the house. I sat down on the third story landing, fully expecting to account for any noises that I might hear, in a philosophical manner. This was about eleven o’clock P. M. About ten minutes to twelve, we both heard a noise, as if a number of people were pattering with their bare feet upon the floor; and yet so singular was the noise, that I could not minutely determine whence it proceeded. A few minutes afterward we heard a noise, as if some one was knocking with his knuckles among our feet; this was followed by a hollow cough from the very room from which the apparition proceeded. The only noise after this, was as if a person was rustling against the wall in coming up stairs. At a quarter to one, I told my friend that, feeling a little cold, I would like to go to bed, as we might hear the noise equally well there; he replied that he would not go to bed till daylight. I took up a note which I had accidentally dropped, and began to read it, after which I took out my watch to ascertain the time, and found that it wanted ten minutes to one. In taking my eyes from the watch, they became riveted upon a closet-door, which I distinctly saw open, and saw also the figure of a female attired in grayish garments, with the head inclining downward, and one hand pressed upon the chest as if in pain, and the other, viz., the right hand, extended toward the floor, with the index finger pointing downward. It advanced with an apparently cautious step across the floor toward me; immediately as it approached my friend, who was slumbering, its right hand was extended toward him: I then rushed at it, giving, as Mr. Procter states, a most awful yell; but, instead of grasping it, I fell upon my friend, and I recollected nothing distinctly for nearly three hours afterward. I have since learned that I was carried down stairs in an agony of fear and terror.

Dear Sir/Madam: I’m here, as promised in my last letter, to share a true account of what I saw and heard at your house, where I ended up spending the night due to various rumors from very reputable sources—especially from my good friend Mr. Davison, whose name I mentioned in an earlier letter. After getting your approval to visit your mysterious place, I went on July 3rd, accompanied by my friend T. Hudson. This wasn’t what I promised, nor was it what I originally intended when I said I would come alone; however, I appreciated your kindness in not bringing up the fact that I brought a companion, as it turned out to be for the best. I should mention that, since I didn’t expect you to be home, I had a pair of pistols in my pocket, planning to accidentally drop one in front of the miller, just in case he tried any tricks on me. But after speaking with you, I felt there was no need for weapons, so I didn’t load them, especially after you let us examine every part of the house in detail. I sat down on the third-floor landing, ready to make sense of any noises in a calm manner. This was around eleven o’clock at night. About ten minutes to twelve, we both heard a noise that sounded like a bunch of people shuffling their bare feet on the floor; it was such a strange sound that I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. A few minutes later, we heard a noise like someone knocking with their knuckles near our feet, followed by a hollow cough from the very room the apparition came from. The only sound after that was someone rustling against the wall while coming up the stairs. At a quarter to one, I told my friend that I was feeling a bit cold and wanted to go to bed, since we could hear the noise just as well from there; he replied that he wouldn’t go to bed until daylight. I picked up a note I had dropped and started to read it, then checked my watch to see the time and discovered it was ten minutes to one. When I looked away from the watch, my gaze fixed on a closet door that I distinctly saw open, revealing the figure of a woman dressed in grayish clothing, her head tilted downward, one hand pressed against her chest as if she was in pain, and her other hand, the right one, pointing down towards the floor. She cautiously stepped across the floor toward me; as she neared my friend, who was asleep, her right hand extended toward him. I then lunged at her, letting out what Mr. Procter described as a horrifying scream; but instead of grabbing her, I fell onto my friend and couldn’t remember anything clearly for nearly three hours afterward. I’ve since learned that I was carried downstairs in a state of extreme fear and panic.

“I hereby certify that the above account is strictly true and correct in every respect.

“I certify that the above account is completely true and accurate in every way.

Edward Drury.

Edward Drury.

North Shields.”

North Shields.

“The following more recent case of an apparition seen in the window of the same house from the outside, by four credible witnesses, who had the opportunity of scrutinizing it for more than ten minutes, is given on most unquestionable authority. One of these witnesses is a young lady, a near connection of the family, who, for obvious reasons, did not sleep in the house; another, a respectable man, who has been many years employed in, and is foreman of, the manufactory; his daughter, aged about seventeen; and his wife, who first saw the object and called out the others to view it. The appearance presented was that of a bareheaded man, in a flowing robe like a surplice, who glided backward and forward about three feet from the floor, or level with the bottom of the second story window, seeming to enter the wall on each side, and thus present a side view in passing. It then stood still in the window, and a part of the body came through both the blind, which was close down, and the window, as its luminous body intercepted the view of the framework of the window. It was semi-transparent, and as bright as a star, diffusing a radiance all around. As it grew more dim, it assumed a blue tinge, and gradually faded away from the head downward. The foreman passed twice close to the house under the window, and also went to inform the family, but found the house locked up. There was no moonlight, nor a ray of light visible anywhere about, and no person near. Had any magic lantern been used, it could not possibly have escaped detection; and it is obvious nothing of that kind could have been employed on the inside, as in that case the light could only have been thrown upon the blind, and not so as to intercept the view both of the blind and of the window from without. The owner of the house slept in that room, and must have entered it shortly after this figure had disappeared.

“The following more recent case of a ghost sighting in the window of the same house from the outside was witnessed by four credible people, who had the chance to observe it for more than ten minutes, and it comes from very reliable sources. One of these witnesses is a young woman, a close relative of the family, who, for obvious reasons, did not stay in the house; another is a respectable man who has worked there for many years and is the foreman of the factory; his daughter, who is about seventeen; and his wife, who first spotted the figure and called the others to see it. The appearance was that of a bareheaded man in a long robe similar to a surplice, gliding back and forth about three feet from the floor, or level with the bottom of the second-story window, appearing to merge with the wall on both sides, thus showing a profile as it passed. It then stood still in the window, with part of its body going through both the closed blind and the window, as its glowing form blocked the view of the window frame. It was semi-transparent and as bright as a star, casting light all around. As it dimmed, it took on a blue hue and gradually faded from the head down. The foreman twice walked close to the house beneath the window and also went to tell the family, but found the house locked. There was no moonlight, nor any visible light nearby, and no one was around. If any kind of magic lantern had been used, it would have been easily noticeable; and it's clear that nothing like that could have been used inside because then the light would only have shone on the blind, not blocked both the blind and the window from the outside view. The owner of the house was sleeping in that room and must have entered shortly after this figure vanished.”

“It may well be supposed what a sensation the report of the visit of Mr. Drury and its result must have created. It flew far and wide, and when it appeared in print, still wider; and, what was not a little singular, Mr. Procter received, in consequence, a great number of letters from individuals of different ranks and circumstances, including many of much property, informing him that their residences were, and had been for years, subject to annoyances of precisely a similar character.

“It’s easy to imagine the buzz that the news of Mr. Drury's visit and its outcome generated. It spread quickly and went even further when it got published. What’s especially interesting is that Mr. Procter received a lot of letters from people of various backgrounds and situations, including many wealthy individuals, telling him that their homes had, for years, been dealing with exactly the same kind of disturbances.”

“So, the ghosts and the hauntings are not gone, after all! We have turned our backs on them, and, in the pride of our philosophy, have refused to believe in them; but they have persisted in remaining, notwithstanding!

“So, the ghosts and hauntings aren't gone after all! We turned our backs on them, and in our philosophical arrogance, we chose not to believe in them; but they've stuck around regardless!”

“These singular circumstances being at various times related by parties acquainted with the family at Willington, I was curious, on a tour northward some time ago, to pay this haunted house a visit, and to solicit a night’s lodging there. Unfortunately the family was absent, on a visit to Mrs. Procter’s relatives in Carlisle, so that my principal purpose was defeated; but I found the foreman and his wife, mentioned in the foregoing narrative, living just by. They spoke of the facts above detailed with the simple earnestness of people who had no doubts whatever on the subject. The noises and apparitions in and about this house seemed just like any other facts connected with it—as matters too palpable and positive to be questioned, any more than that the house actually stood, and the mill ground. They mentioned to me the circumstance of the young lady, as above stated, who took up her lodging in their house, because she would no longer encounter the annoyances of the haunted house—and what trouble it had occasioned the family in procuring and retaining servants.

“These unique circumstances have been shared at different times by people familiar with the family at Willington. I was curious to visit this haunted house during a trip north a while back and to request a place to stay for the night. Unfortunately, the family was away visiting Mrs. Procter’s relatives in Carlisle, which meant I couldn’t fulfill my main purpose. However, I found the foreman and his wife, mentioned earlier, living nearby. They talked about the events with a sincerity that showed they had no doubts at all. The noises and sightings in and around this house felt just as real as any other facts associated with it—too obvious and certain to be questioned, just like the existence of the house itself and the mill working. They told me about the young lady, as mentioned before, who chose to stay at their house because she no longer wanted to deal with the disturbances from the haunted house—and how much trouble it had caused the family in finding and keeping servants."

“The wife accompanied me into the house, which I found in charge of a recently-married servant and her husband, during the absence of the family. This young woman—who had, previous to her marriage, lived some time in the house—had never seen anything, and therefore had no fear. I was shown over the house, and especially into the room on the third story, the main haunt of the unwelcome visiters, and where Dr. Drury had received such an alarm. This room, as stated, was and had been for some time abandoned as a bed-room, from its bad character, and was occupied as a lumber-room.

“The wife walked in with me into the house, which was being looked after by a recently-married servant and her husband while the family was away. This young woman—who had lived in the house for some time before her marriage—had never witnessed anything unusual and therefore wasn’t afraid. I was shown around the house, particularly in the third-story room, which was the main spot for the unwelcome visitors and where Dr. Drury had been so frightened. As mentioned, this room had been abandoned as a bedroom for some time due to its bad reputation and was being used as a storage room.”

“At Carlisle, I again missed Mr. Procter: he had returned to Willington, so that I lost the opportunity of hearing from him or Mrs. Procter any account of these singular matters. I saw, however, various members of his wife’s family, most intelligent people, of the highest character for sound and practical sense, and they were unanimous in their confirmation of the particulars I had heard, and which are here related.

“At Carlisle, I once again missed Mr. Procter; he had gone back to Willington, so I missed the chance to hear from him or Mrs. Procter about these unusual matters. However, I did see several members of his wife's family, who were all very smart and had a great reputation for being sensible and practical. They all agreed with the details I had heard and that are shared here.”

“One of Mrs. Procter’s brothers—a gentleman in middle life, and of a peculiarly sensible, sedate, and candid disposition, a person apparently most unlikely to be imposed on by fictitious alarms or tricks—assured me that he had himself, on a visit there, been disturbed by the strangest noises; that he had resolved, before going, that if any such noises occurred, he would speak, and demand of the invisible actor who he was, and why he came thither: but the occasion came, and he found himself unable to fulfil his intention. As he lay in bed one night, he heard a heavy step ascend the stairs toward his room, and some one striking, as it were, with a thick stick on the banisters, as he went along. It came to his door, and he essayed to call, but his voice died in his throat. He then sprang from his bed, and, opening the door, found no one there—but now heard the same heavy steps deliberately descending, though invisible, the steps before his face, and accompanying the descent with the same loud blows on the banisters.

“One of Mrs. Procter’s brothers—a man in his middle years, with a particularly sensible, calm, and honest nature, someone you'd expect not to fall for any fake scares or tricks—told me that during his visit, he was disturbed by the strangest noises. He had decided beforehand that if he heard anything unusual, he'd speak up and ask the unseen presence who it was and why it was there. But when the moment came, he found he couldn’t follow through. One night, as he lay in bed, he heard a heavy step coming up the stairs toward his room, along with someone hitting the banisters with what sounded like a thick stick. It reached his door, and he tried to call out, but the words stuck in his throat. He then jumped out of bed and opened the door, only to find no one there—but he could still hear those same heavy steps deliberately going back down, right in front of him, accompanied by those loud bangs on the banisters.”

“My informant now proceeded to the room-door of Mr. Procter, who he found had also heard the sounds, and who now also arose, and with a light they made a speedy descent below, and a thorough search there, but without discovering anything that could account for the occurrence.

“My informant then went to Mr. Procter’s room door, where he found that Mr. Procter had also heard the sounds. Mr. Procter got up, and with a light, they quickly went downstairs and conducted a thorough search, but they didn’t find anything that explained what had happened.”

“The two young ladies, who, on a visit there, had also been annoyed by this invisible agent, gave me this account of it: The first night, as they were sleeping in the same bed, they felt the bed lifted up beneath them. Of course, they were much alarmed. They feared lest some one had concealed himself there for the purpose of robbery. They gave an alarm, search was made, but nothing was found. On another night, their bed was violently shaken, and the curtains suddenly hoisted up[3] all round to the very tester, as if pulled by cords, and as rapidly let down again, several times! Search again produced no evidence of the cause. The next, they had the curtains totally removed from the bed, resolving to sleep without them, as they felt as though evil eyes were lurking behind them. The consequences of this, however, were still more striking and terrific. The following night, as they happened to awake, and the chamber was light enough (for it was summer) to see everything in it, they both saw a female figure, of a misty substance, and bluish-gray hue, come out of the wall at the bed’s head, and through the head-board, in a horizontal position, and lean over them. They saw it most distinctly—they saw it as a female figure come out of, and again pass into, the wall. Their terror became intense, and one of the sisters from that night refused to sleep any more in the house, but took refuge in the house of the foreman during her stay; the other shifting her quarters to another part of the house. It was the young lady who slept at the foreman’s who saw, as above related, the singular apparition of the luminous figure in the window, along with the foreman and his wife.

The two young ladies, who were visiting there, also experienced this unseen force and shared their story with me: On the first night, while they were sleeping in the same bed, they felt the bed lift up underneath them. Naturally, they were very frightened. They worried that someone had hidden there to steal from them. They raised the alarm, a search was conducted, but nothing was found. On another night, their bed was violently shaken, and the curtains were suddenly pulled all the way up around the bed, as if yanked by strings, and then quickly dropped again several times! Once more, a search turned up no evidence of the cause. The next night, they completely removed the curtains from the bed, deciding to sleep without them, as they felt like there were evil eyes watching them from behind. However, the results of this decision were even more astounding and terrifying. The following night, when they happened to wake up, and the room was light enough (since it was summer) to see everything, they both saw a female figure, misty and bluish-gray, emerge from the wall at the head of the bed, moving through the headboard horizontally, and leaning over them. They saw it very clearly—they witnessed the figure come out of the wall and then go back into it. Their fear became overwhelming, and one of the sisters refused to sleep in the house after that night, choosing to stay with the foreman during her visit; the other sister moved to a different part of the house. It was the young lady who stayed at the foreman's who saw the unusual apparition of the glowing figure in the window, along with the foreman and his wife.

“It would be too long to relate all the forms in which this nocturnal disturbance is said by the family to present itself. When a figure appears, it is sometimes that of a man, as already described, which is often very luminous, and passes through the walls as though they were nothing. This male figure is well known to the neighbors by the name of “Old Jeffrey!” At other times, it is the figure of a lady, also in gray costume, and as described by Mr. Drury. She is sometimes seen sitting wrapped in a sort of mantle, with her head depressed, and her hands crossed on her lap. The most terrible fact is, that she is without eyes.

“It would take too long to describe all the different ways this nighttime disturbance is reported by the family. Sometimes, a figure appears, often that of a man, as mentioned before, which is very bright and moves through walls as if they were nothing. This male figure is well known to the neighbors as “Old Jeffrey!” Other times, it takes the form of a lady, also dressed in gray, as described by Mr. Drury. She is sometimes seen sitting, wrapped in a kind of cloak, with her head down and her hands crossed on her lap. The most horrifying fact is that she has no eyes.”

“To hear such sober and superior people gravely relate to you such things, gives you a very odd feeling. They say that the noise made is often like that of a pavior with his rammer thumping on the floor. At other times it is coming down stairs, making a similar loud sound. At others it coughs, sighs, and groans, like a person in distress; and, again, there is the sound of a number of little feet pattering on the floor of the upper chamber, where the apparition has more particularly exhibited itself, and which, for that reason, is solely used as a lumber-room. Here these little footsteps may be often heard as if careering a child’s carriage about, which in bad weather is kept up there. Sometimes, again, it makes the most horrible laughs. Nor does it always confine itself to the night. On one occasion, a young lady, as she assured me herself, opened the door in answer to a knock, the housemaid being absent, and a lady in fawn-colored silk entered, and proceeded up stairs. As the young lady, of course, supposed it a neighbor come to make a morning call on Mrs. Procter, she followed her up to the drawing-room, where, however, to her astonishment, she did not find her, nor was anything more seen of her.

“To hear such serious and superior people tell you things like this gives you a really strange feeling. They say the noise often sounds like a paver thumping on the floor with a rammer. Sometimes it’s the sound of someone coming down the stairs, making a similar loud noise. Other times it coughs, sighs, and groans like someone in distress; and again, you can hear the sound of little feet pattering on the floor of the upper room, where the apparition has mostly shown itself, which is only used as a storage room for that reason. Here, those little footsteps can often be heard as if a child’s carriage is being pushed around, which is kept up there during bad weather. Sometimes, it also lets out the most horrifying laughs. And it doesn’t always stick to nighttime. One time, a young woman, as she told me herself, opened the door in response to a knock, since the housemaid was absent, and a lady in a fawn-colored silk dress walked in and went upstairs. The young woman, thinking it was a neighbor coming to make a morning visit to Mrs. Procter, followed her up to the drawing room, where, to her surprise, she didn’t find her, nor did she see anything else of her.”

“Such are a few of the ‘questionable shapes’ in which this troublesome guest comes. As may be expected, terror of it is felt by the neighboring cottagers, though it seems to confine its malicious disturbance almost solely to the occupants of this one house. There is a well, however, near to which no one ventures after it is dark, because it has been seen near it.

“Here are a few of the ‘questionable shapes’ in which this troublesome guest appears. Unsurprisingly, the nearby villagers are terrified, although it seems to focus its malicious activities almost entirely on the people in this one house. There is a well nearby that no one goes near after dark because it has been spotted close to it.”

“It is useless to attempt to give any opinion respecting the real causes of these strange sounds and sights. How far they may be real or imaginary, how far they may be explicable by natural causes or not—the only thing which we have here to record is, the very singular fact of a most respectable and intelligent family having for many years been continually annoyed by them, as well as their visiters. They express themselves as most anxious to obtain any clew to the true cause, as may be seen by Mr. Procter’s ready acquiescence in the experiment of Mr. Drury. So great a trouble is it to them, that they have contemplated the necessity of quitting the house altogether, though it would create great inconvenience as regarded business. And it only remains to be added that we have not heard very recently whether these visitations are still continued, though we have a letter of Mr. Procter’s to a friend of ours, dated September, 1844, in which he says: ‘Disturbances have for a length of time been only very unfrequent, which is a comfort, as the elder children are getting old enough (about nine or ten years) to be more injuriously affected by anything of the sort.’

“It’s pointless to try to offer any opinion about the true causes of these strange sounds and sights. Whether they are real or imagined, and whether they can be explained by natural causes or not—the only thing worth noting is that a very respected and intelligent family has been continuously bothered by them for many years, along with their visitors. They express a strong desire to uncover the true cause, as shown by Mr. Procter’s willingness to participate in Mr. Drury’s experiment. It troubles them so much that they’ve even considered leaving the house completely, despite the significant inconvenience it would cause for their business. Lastly, we haven’t heard recently whether these disturbances are still happening, although we have a letter from Mr. Procter to a friend of ours, dated September 1844, in which he states: ‘Disturbances have been quite rare for some time, which is a relief, as the older children are now around nine or ten years old and more likely to be negatively affected by anything like that.’”

“Over these facts let the philosophers ponder, and if any of them be powerful enough to exorcise ‘Old Jeffrey,’ or the bluish-gray and misty lady, we are sure that Mr. Joseph Procter will hold himself deeply indebted to them. We have lately heard that Mr. Procter has discovered an old book, which makes it appear that the very same ‘hauntings’ took place in an old house, on the very same spot, at least two hundred years ago.”

“Let the philosophers think about these facts, and if any of them are strong enough to drive away ‘Old Jeffrey’ or the blue-gray misty lady, we are sure that Mr. Joseph Procter will be very grateful to them. Recently, we’ve heard that Mr. Procter has found an old book showing that the same ‘hauntings’ happened at an old house on the same spot at least two hundred years ago.”

To the above information, furnished by Mr. Howitt, I have to subjoin that the family of Mr. Procter are now quitting the house, which he intends to divide into small tenements for the work-people. A friend of mine who lately visited Willington, and who went over the house with Mr. Procter, assures me that the annoyances still continue, though less frequent than formerly. Mr. Procter informed her that the female figure generally appeared in a shroud, and that it had been seen in that guise by one of the family only a few days before. A wish being expressed by a gentleman visiting Mr. Procter that some natural explanation of these perplexing circumstances might be discovered, the latter declared his entire conviction, founded on an experience of fifteen years, that no such elucidation was possible.

To the information provided by Mr. Howitt, I need to add that Mr. Procter's family is now leaving the house, which he plans to convert into small apartments for workers. A friend of mine who recently visited Willington and toured the house with Mr. Procter told me that the disturbances are still happening, although they're less frequent than before. Mr. Procter mentioned that the female figure usually appears in a shroud and that one of the family members had seen it in that form just a few days ago. When a gentleman visiting Mr. Procter expressed a desire to find a natural explanation for these puzzling events, Mr. Procter stated his firm belief, based on fifteen years of experience, that no such explanation is possible.


It is remarkable that this hoisting of the bed-curtains is similar to an incident recorded in the account of the visit of Lord Tyrone’s ghost to Lady Beresford.

It’s notable that this raising of the bed curtains is similar to an event mentioned in the story of Lord Tyrone’s ghost visiting Lady Beresford.


CHAPTER XIV.

SPECTRAL LIGHTS, AND APPARITIONS ATTACHED TO CERTAIN FAMILIES.

In commencing another chapter, I take the opportunity of repeating what I have said before, viz., that in treating of these phenomena, I find it most convenient to assume what I myself believe—that they are to be explained by the existence and appearance of what are called GHOSTS; but in so doing, I am not presuming to settle the question: if any one will examine into the facts and furnish a better explanation of them, I shall be ready to receive it.

In starting another chapter, I want to reiterate what I've mentioned before: when discussing these phenomena, I find it easiest to assume what I believe—that they can be explained by the existence and appearance of what we call GHOSTS. However, I'm not claiming to have the final answer. If anyone looks into the facts and offers a better explanation, I’m open to hearing it.

In the meantime, assuming this hypothesis, there is one phenomenon frequently attending their appearance, which has given rise to a great deal of thoughtless ridicule, but which, in the present state of science, merits very particular attention. Grose, whom Dr. Hibbert quotes with particular satisfaction, says: “I can not learn that ghosts carry tapers in their hands, as they are sometimes depicted; though the room in which they appear, even when without fire or candle, is frequently said to be as light as day.”

In the meantime, if we accept this hypothesis, there’s a phenomenon that often accompanies their appearance, which has sparked a lot of mindless mockery, but which, given our current understanding of science, deserves careful consideration. Grose, whom Dr. Hibbert quotes with notable approval, says: “I can’t find any evidence that ghosts carry candles in their hands, as they are sometimes shown; however, the room they appear in, even without a fire or candle, is often described as being as bright as day.”

Most persons will have heard of this peculiarity attending the appearance of ghosts. In the case of Professor Dorrien’s apparition, mentioned in a former chapter, Professor Oeder saw it, when there was no light in the room, by a flame which proceeded from itself. When he had the room lighted, he saw it no longer, the light of the lamp rendering invisible the more delicate phosphorescent light of the spectre: just as the bright glare of the sun veils the feebler lustre of the stars, and obscures to our senses many chemical lights which are very perceptible in darkness. Hence the notion, so available to those who satisfy themselves with scoffing without inquiring, that broad daylight banishes apparitions, and that the belief in them is merely the offspring of physical as well as moral darkness.

Most people have heard about this strange characteristic of ghosts. In the case of Professor Dorrien’s apparition, mentioned in a previous chapter, Professor Oeder saw it when there was no light in the room, illuminated by a flame that came from itself. When he lit the room, he could no longer see it; the lamp's light made the more subtle phosphorescent glow of the specter invisible. This is similar to how the bright glare of the sun hides the dimmer shine of the stars and obscures many chemical lights that are easily seen in the dark. Therefore, there’s the idea, popular among those who prefer to mock instead of investigate, that bright daylight drives away apparitions, and that belief in them stems solely from physical and moral darkness.

I meet with innumerable cases in which this phosphorescent light is one of the accompaniments, the flame sometimes proceeding visibly from the figure; while in others, the room appeared pervaded with light, without its seeming to issue from any particular object.

I encounter countless situations where this glowing light is present, sometimes appearing to come directly from the figure; while in other instances, the room seemed filled with light, even though it didn’t seem to originate from any specific object.

I remember a case of the servants in a country-house, in Aberdeenshire, hearing the door-bell ring after their mistress was gone to bed; on coming up to open it, they saw through a window that looked into a hall that it was quite light, and that their master, Mr. F⁠——, who was at the time absent from home, was there in his travelling dress. They ran to tell their mistress what they had seen; but when they returned, all was dark, and there was nothing unusual to be discovered. That night Mr. F⁠—— died at sea, on his voyage to London.

I recall a story about the servants in a country house in Aberdeenshire. They heard the doorbell ring after their mistress had gone to bed. When they went to answer it, they saw through a window into the hall that it was bright inside and their master, Mr. F——, who was away from home at the time, was there in his travel outfit. They hurried to tell their mistress what they had seen, but when they got back, everything was dark, and nothing unusual could be found. That night, Mr. F—— died at sea on his journey to London.

A gentleman, some time ago, awoke in the middle of a dark winter’s night, and perceived that his room was as light as if it were day. He awoke his wife and mentioned the circumstance, saying he could not help apprehending that some misfortune had occurred to his fishing-boats, which had put to sea. The boats were lost that night.

A man, a while ago, woke up in the middle of a dark winter night and saw that his room was as bright as if it were daytime. He woke his wife and told her about it, saying he couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to his fishing boats, which had gone out to sea. The boats were lost that night.

Only last year, there was a very curious circumstance happened in the south of England, in which these lights were seen. I give the account literally as I extracted it from the newspaper, and also the answer of the editor to my further inquiries. I know nothing more of this story; but it is singularly in keeping with others proceeding from different quarters.

Only last year, a very curious event took place in the south of England where these lights were seen. I’m sharing the account exactly as I found it in the newspaper, along with the editor's response to my follow-up questions. I don’t know anything else about this story, but it is surprisingly similar to others from different places.

A Ghost at Bristol.—We have this week a ghost-story to relate. Yes, a ghost-story; a real ghost-story, and a ghost-story without, as yet, any clew to its elucidation. After the dissolution of the Calendars, their ancient residence, adjoining and almost forming a part of All-Saint’s church, Bristol, was converted into a vicarage-house, and it is still called by that name, though the incumbents have for many years ceased to reside there. The present occupants are Mr. and Mrs. Jones, the sexton and sextoness of the church, and one or two lodgers; and it is to the former and their servant-maid that the strange visiter has made his appearance, causing such terror by his nightly calls, that all three have determined on quitting the premises, if indeed they have not already carried their resolution into effect. Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s description of the disturbance as given to the landlord, on whom they called in great consternation, is as distinct as any ghost-story could be. The nocturnal visiter is heard walking about the house when the inhabitants are in bed; and Mr. Jones, who is a man of by no means nervous constitution, declares he has several times seen a light flickering on one of the walls. Mrs. Jones is equally certain that she has heard a man with creaking shoes walking in the bed-room above her own, when no man was on the premises (or at least ought to be), and “was nearly killed with the fright.” To the servant-maid, however, was vouchsafed the unenvied honor of seeing this restless night-visiter; she declares she has repeatedly had her bed-room door unbolted at night between the hours of twelve and two o’clock—the period when such beings usually make their promenades—by something in human semblance; she can not particularize his dress, but describes it as something antique, and of a fashion “lang syne gane,” and to some extent corresponding to that of the ancient Calendars, the former inhabitants of the house. She further says he is a “whiskered gentleman” (we give her own words)—which whiskered gentleman has gone the length of shaking her bed, and she believes would have shaken herself also, but that she invariably puts her head under the clothes when she sees him approach. Mrs. Jones declares she believes in the appearance of the whiskered gentleman, and she had made up her mind, the night before she called on her landlord, to leap out of the window (and it is not a trifle that will make people leap out of the windows) as soon as he entered the room. The effect of the ‘flickering light’ on Mr. Jones was quite terrific, causing excessive trembling, and the complete doubling up of his whole body into a round ball, like.”—Bristol Times.

A Ghost in Bristol.—This week, we have a ghost story to share. Yes, a ghost story; a genuine ghost story, and one that, so far, has no clue for its explanation. After the old Calendars dissolved, their historic home, next to and almost part of All-Saint’s church in Bristol, was turned into a vicarage, and it’s still known by that name, even though the church leaders have stopped living there for many years. The current residents are Mr. and Mrs. Jones, the sexton and sextoness of the church, along with a couple of lodgers; it’s to them and their maid that the strange visitor has appeared, creating so much fear with his nightly visits that all three have decided to leave the place, if they haven’t already done so. Mr. and Mrs. Jones's account of the disturbances, given to their landlord when they arrived in a panic, is as clear as any ghost story could be. The nighttime visitor can be heard walking around the house while the occupants are in bed; and Mr. Jones, who is by no means a nervous person, claims he has seen a light flickering on one of the walls several times. Mrs. Jones is equally sure that she has heard a man with creaky shoes walking in the bedroom above hers, when no man should be there, and she “was nearly killed with fright.” However, it was the maid who received the unfortunate honor of seeing this restless nighttime visitor; she insists that her bedroom door has been unbolted at night between twelve and two o’clock—the time when such beings usually take their strolls—by something that resembles a human. She can’t specify his outfit but describes it as something old-fashioned, from a “long time ago,” and somewhat similar to that of the former inhabitants, the old Calendars. She also says he is a “whiskered gentleman” (in her own words)—this whiskered gentleman even shook her bed, and she believes he would have shaken her too, but she always puts her head under the covers when he approaches. Mrs. Jones claims she believes in the whiskered gentleman's appearance and had resolved, the night before she went to her landlord, to jump out of the window (and it takes a lot to make someone jump out of a window) as soon as he entered the room. The effect of the ‘flickering light’ on Mr. Jones was quite terrifying, causing him to tremble excessively, and his whole body curled up into a round ball, like.—Bristol News.

Bristol Times Office, June 3, 1846.

Bristol Times Office, June 3, 1846.”

Madam: In reply to your inquiries respecting the ghost-story, I have to assure you that the whole affair remains wrapped in the same mystery as when chronicled in the pages of the Bristol Times.

Ma'am: In response to your questions about the ghost story, I must assure you that the entire situation is still shrouded in the same mystery as when it was reported in the Bristol News.

“I am, madam, yours obediently,

"I am yours obediently, madam,"

The Editor.”

“The Editor.”

I subsequently wrote to Mrs. Jones, who I found was not a very dexterous scribe; but she confirmed the above account—adding, however, that the Rev. Mr. ——, the clergyman of the parish, said I had better write to him about it, and that he does not believe in such things. Of course he does not, and it would have been useless to have asked his opinion.

I later wrote to Mrs. Jones, who turned out to not be a very skilled writer; but she confirmed what I said—adding, though, that the Rev. Mr. ——, the parish clergyman, suggested I write to him about it, and that he doesn’t believe in such things. Of course he doesn't, and it would have been a waste of time to ask his opinion.

There never was, perhaps, a more fearless human being than Madame Gottfried, the empoisonneuse of Bremen; at least, she felt no remorse—she feared nothing but discovery; and yet, when after years of successful crime she was at length arrested, she related that soon after the death of her first husband, Miltenburg, whom she had poisoned, as she was standing, in the dusk of the evening, in her drawing-room, she suddenly saw a bright light hovering at no great distance above the floor, which advanced toward her bed-room door and then disappeared. This phenomenon occurred on three successive evenings. On another occasion, she saw a shadowy appearance hovering near her—“Ach! denke ich, das ist Miltenburg, seine erscheinung!”—(Alas! thought I, that is the ghost of Miltenburg!) Yet did not this withhold her murderous hand.

There may never have been a more fearless person than Madame Gottfried, the poisoner of Bremen; at least, she felt no guilt—she feared nothing except getting caught; and yet, after years of successful crime, when she was finally arrested, she recounted that soon after her first husband, Miltenburg, whom she had poisoned, died, she was standing in her drawing room one evening during dusk when she suddenly saw a bright light hovering not far above the floor, moving toward her bedroom door before it vanished. This phenomenon happened three nights in a row. On another occasion, she noticed a shadowy figure nearby—“Ach! denke ich, das ist Miltenburg, seine erscheinung!”—(Alas! thought I, that is the ghost of Miltenburg!) Yet this did not stop her from continuing her murderous actions.

The lady who met with the curious adventure in Petersburgh, mentioned in a former chapter, had no light in her room; yet she saw the watch distinctly by the old woman’s light, though of what nature it was, she does not know. Of the lights seen over graves, familiarly called “corpse-candles,” I have spoken elsewhere—as also of the luminous form perceived by Rilling in the garden at Colmar, as mentioned by Baron von Reichenbach. Most people have heard the story of the Radiant Boy seen by Lord Castlereagh—an apparition which the owner of the castle admitted to have been visible to many others. Dr. Kerner mentions a similar fact, wherein an advocate and his wife were awakened by a noise and a light, and saw a beautiful child enveloped by the sort of glory that is seen surrounding the heads of saints. It disappeared, and they never had a repetition of the phenomenon, which they afterward heard was believed to recur every seven years in that house, and to be connected with the cruel murder of a child by its mother.

The lady who experienced a strange event in Petersburg, mentioned in an earlier chapter, had no light in her room; yet she clearly saw the watch by the old woman’s light, though she doesn’t know what kind of light it was. I’ve talked about the lights seen over graves, commonly called “corpse-candles,” elsewhere—as well as the glowing figure seen by Rilling in the garden at Colmar, as noted by Baron von Reichenbach. Most people have heard the story of the Radiant Boy seen by Lord Castlereagh—an apparition that the castle's owner confirmed was visible to many others. Dr. Kerner mentions a similar incident where a lawyer and his wife were awakened by a noise and a light, and they saw a beautiful child surrounded by the kind of glow that often appears around saints. It vanished, and they never experienced the phenomenon again, which they later learned was believed to occur every seven years in that house, linked to the tragic murder of a child by its mother.

To these instances I will add an account of the ghost seen in C⁠—— castle, copied from the handwriting of C⁠—— M⁠—— H⁠—— in a book of manuscript extracts, dated C⁠—— castle, December 22, 1824, and furnished to me by a friend of the family:—

To these cases, I will include a description of the ghost spotted in C⁠—— castle, copied from the handwriting of C⁠—— M⁠—— H⁠—— in a book of manuscript excerpts, dated C⁠—— castle, December 22, 1824, and provided to me by a family friend:—

“In order to introduce my readers to the haunted room, I will mention that it forms part of the old house, with windows looking into the court, which in early times was deemed a necessary security against an enemy. It adjoins a tower built by the Romans for defence; for C⁠—— was properly more a border tower than a castle of any consideration. There is a winding staircase in this tower, and the walls are from eight to ten feet thick.

“In order to introduce my readers to the haunted room, I will mention that it is part of the old house, with windows that face the courtyard, which used to be seen as essential protection against enemies. It is next to a tower built by the Romans for defense; for C—— was really more of a border tower than a significant castle. There’s a winding staircase in this tower, and the walls are eight to ten feet thick.”

“When the times became more peaceable, our ancestors enlarged the arrow-slit windows, and added to that part of the building which looks toward the river Eden; the view of which, with its beautiful banks, we now enjoy. But many additions and alterations have been made since that.

“When times got more peaceful, our ancestors widened the arrow-slit windows and expanded that part of the building facing the river Eden; we now enjoy the view of its beautiful banks. But many changes and additions have been made since then.

“To return to the room in question, I must observe that it is by no means remote or solitary, being surrounded on all sides by chambers that are constantly inhabited. It is accessible by a passage cut through a wall eight feet in thickness, and its dimensions are twenty-one by eighteen. One side of the wainscoting is covered with tapestry; the remainder is decorated with old family-pictures, and some ancient pieces of embroidery, probably the handiwork of nuns. Over a press, which has doors of Venetian glass, is an ancient oaken figure, with a battle-axe in his hand, which was one of those formerly placed on the walls of the city of Carlisle, to represent guards. There used to be, also, an old-fashioned bed and some dark furniture in this room; but, so many were the complaints of those who slept there, that I was induced to replace some of these articles of furniture by more modern ones, in the hope of removing a certain air of gloom, which I thought might have given rise to the unaccountable reports of apparitions and extraordinary noises which were constantly reaching us. But I regret to say I did not succeed in banishing the nocturnal visiter, which still continues to disturb our friends.

“To return to the room in question, I must point out that it is not at all remote or solitary, as it’s surrounded on all sides by rooms that are constantly occupied. It's accessible through a passage cut through a wall eight feet thick, and its dimensions are twenty-one by eighteen. One side of the wainscoting is covered with tapestry; the rest is adorned with old family portraits and some ancient pieces of embroidery, likely made by nuns. Above a cabinet, which has Venetian glass doors, is an old oak figure holding a battle-axe, which was once placed on the walls of the city of Carlisle to symbolize guards. There used to be an old-fashioned bed and some dark furniture in this room; however, due to numerous complaints from those who stayed there, I decided to replace some of these pieces with more modern ones, hoping to eliminate a certain gloom that I believed might have contributed to the strange reports of apparitions and unusual noises that we kept hearing. Unfortunately, I must say I was not successful in getting rid of the nighttime visitor, which still continues to disturb our guests.”

“I shall pass over numerous instances, and select one as being especially remarkable, from the circumstance of the apparition having been seen by a clergyman well known and highly respected in this county, who, not six weeks ago, repeated the circumstances to a company of twenty persons, among whom were some who had previously been entire disbelievers in such appearances.

“I will skip over many examples and choose one that stands out, particularly because it was witnessed by a clergyman who is well-known and highly regarded in this county. Just six weeks ago, he shared the details with a group of twenty people, some of whom had previously been complete skeptics about such phenomena.”

“The best way of giving you these particulars, will be by subjoining an extract from my journal, entered at the time the event occurred.

“The best way to share these details is by adding an extract from my journal, written at the time the event happened.

Sept. 8, 1803.—Among other guests invited to C⁠—— castle, came the Rev. Henry A⁠——, of Redburgh, and rector of Greystoke, with Mrs. A⁠——, his wife, who was a Miss S⁠——, of Ulverstone. According to previous arrangements, they were to have remained with us for some days; but their visit was cut short in a very unexpected manner. On the morning after their arrival, we were all assembled at breakfast, when a chaise and four dashed up to the door in such haste that it knocked down part of the fence of my flower-garden. Our curiosity was, of course, awakened to know who could be arriving at so early an hour; when, happening to turn my eyes toward Mr. A⁠——, I observed that he appeared extremely agitated. ‘It is our carriage!’ said he; ‘I am very sorry, but we must absolutely leave you this morning.’

Sept. 8, 1803.—Among the other guests invited to C⁠—— castle, were the Rev. Henry A⁠—— from Redburgh, and his wife, Mrs. A⁠——, who was a Miss S⁠—— from Ulverstone. They were supposed to stay with us for a few days, but their visit ended unexpectedly. The morning after they arrived, we were all having breakfast when a carriage and four horses rushed up to the door so quickly that it knocked down part of the fence in my flower garden. Naturally, we were curious about who could be arriving at such an early hour; when I happened to glance over at Mr. A⁠——, I noticed he looked very agitated. ‘It’s our carriage!’ he said; ‘I’m really sorry, but we absolutely have to leave this morning.’”

“We naturally felt and expressed considerable surprise, as well as regret at this unexpected departure; representing that we had invited Colonel and Mrs. S⁠——, some friends whom Mr. A⁠—— particularly desired to meet, to dine with us on that day. Our expostulations, however, were vain; the breakfast was no sooner over than they departed, leaving us in consternation to conjecture what could possibly have occasioned so sudden an alteration in their arrangements. I really felt quite uneasy lest anything should have given them offence; and we reviewed all the occurrences of the preceding evening in order to discover, if offence there was, whence it had arisen. But our pains were vain; and after talking a great deal about it for some days, other circumstances banished it from our minds.

“We were genuinely surprised and disappointed by this unexpected departure. We had invited Colonel and Mrs. S——, friends that Mr. A—— really wanted to meet, to join us for dinner that day. Unfortunately, our protests didn’t help; as soon as breakfast was over, they left us, leaving us bewildered and guessing what could have caused such a sudden change in their plans. I felt quite anxious that we might have upset them somehow, and we went over everything that happened the night before to figure out if we had caused any offense. But despite our efforts, we couldn’t find anything. After talking about it for a few days, other things took our minds off it.”

“It was not till we some time afterward visited the part of the country in which Mr. A⁠—— resides, that we learned the real cause of his sudden departure from C⁠——. The relation of the fact, as it here follows, is in his own words:—

“It wasn’t until we visited the area where Mr. A—— lives that we discovered the true reason for his sudden departure from C——. The account of the incident, as it follows, is in his own words:—

“Soon after we went to bed, we fell asleep: it might have been between one and two in the morning when I awoke. I observed that the fire was totally extinguished; but although that was the case, and we had no light, I saw a glimmer in the centre of the room, which suddenly increased to a bright flame. I looked out, apprehending that something had caught fire, when, to my amazement, I beheld a beautiful boy, clothed in white, with bright locks, resembling gold, standing by my bedside, in which position he remained some minutes, fixing his eyes upon me with a mild and benevolent expression. He then glided gently away toward the side of the chimney, where it is obvious there is no possible egress, and entirely disappeared. I found myself again in total darkness, and all remained quiet until the usual hour of rising. I declare this to be a true account of what I saw at C⁠—— castle, upon my word as a clergyman.”

“Not long after we went to bed, we fell asleep. It must have been between one and two in the morning when I woke up. I noticed that the fire was completely out; but even so, with no light, I saw a flicker in the middle of the room, which suddenly grew into a bright flame. I looked out, worried that something had caught fire, when, to my surprise, I saw a beautiful boy dressed in white, with shining hair that looked like gold, standing by my bedside. He stayed there for a few minutes, looking at me with a gentle and kind expression. Then he floated gently toward the chimney, an area where there’s clearly no way to escape, and completely vanished. I found myself in total darkness again, and everything stayed quiet until it was time to get up. I swear this is a true account of what I saw at C⁠—— castle, on my honor as a clergyman.”

I am acquainted with some of the family, and with several of the friends of Mr. A⁠——, who is still alive, though now an old man, and I can most positively assert that his own conviction, with regard to the nature of this appearance, has remained ever unshaken. The circumstance made a lasting impression upon his mind, and he never willingly speaks of it; but when he does, it is always with the greatest seriousness, and he never shrinks from avowing his belief, that what he saw admits of no other interpretation than the one he then put upon it.

I know some of Mr. A⁠——'s family and several of his friends, who can confirm that he is still alive, though he is now an old man. I can say with certainty that his belief about the nature of this event has never wavered. This experience left a lasting mark on him, and he doesn’t like to talk about it; however, when he does, he speaks with the utmost seriousness, and he never hesitates to express his belief that what he witnessed can only be interpreted in the way he understood it at the time.

Now, let us see whether in this department of the phenomenon of ghost-seeing, namely, the lights that frequently accompany the apparitions, there is anything so worthy of ridicule as Grose and other such commentators seem to think.

Now, let’s see if in this area of ghost sightings, specifically the lights that often accompany the apparitions, there’s anything so ridiculous as Grose and other commentators seem to believe.

Of God, the uncreated, we know nothing; but the created spirit, man, we can not conceive of independent of some organism or organ, however different that organ may be to those which form our means of apprehension and communication at present. This organ, we may suppose to be that pervading ether which is now the germ of what St. Paul calls the spiritual body, the astral spirit of the mystics, the nerve-spirit of the clear-seers; the fundamental body, of which the external fleshly body is but the copy and husk—an organ comprehending all those distinct ones which we now possess in the one universal, or, as some of the German physiologists call it, the central sense, of which we occasionally obtain some glimpses in somnambulism, and in other peculiar states of nervous derangement; especially where the ordinary senses of sight, hearing, feeling, &c., are in abeyance; an effect which Dr. Ennemoser considers to be produced by a change of polarity, the external periphery of the nerves taking on a negative state; and which Dr. Passavent describes as the retreating of the ether from the external to the internal, so that the nerves no longer receive impressions, or convey information to the brain; a condition which may be produced by various causes, as excess of excitement, great elevation of the spirit, as we see in the ecstatics and martyrs, over-irritation producing consequent exhaustion; and also artificially, by certain manipulations, narcotics, and other influences. All somnambules of the highest order—and when I make use of this expression, I repeat that I do not allude to the subjects of mesmeric experiments, but to those extraordinary cases of disease, the particulars of which have been recorded by various continental physicians of eminence—all persons in that condition describe themselves as hearing and seeing, not by their ordinary organs, but by some means the idea of which they can not convey further than that they are pervaded by light, and that this is not the ordinary physical light is evident, inasmuch as they generally see best in the dark, a remarkable instance of which I myself witnessed.

Of God, the uncreated, we know nothing; but we can't imagine the created spirit, humanity, as existing apart from some sort of organism or organ, no matter how different that organ might be from the ones we currently use to understand and communicate. We might consider this organ to be that all-encompassing ether, which is now the source of what St. Paul calls the spiritual self, the spiritual being of mystics, and the nervous energy of those with clear vision; the fundamental body, of which our physical body is merely a copy and shell—an organ that includes all the different senses we currently have in one universal form, or, as some German physiologists refer to it, the central sense, which we occasionally glimpse in states like sleepwalking or other unusual states of nervous dysfunction; especially when our normal senses of sight, hearing, feeling, etc., are inactive. Dr. Ennemoser believes this is caused by a shift in polarity, where the outer edges of the nerves enter a negative state; and Dr. Passavent describes it as the ether withdrawing from the outer to the inner, so the nerves stop receiving inputs, or relaying information to the brain; a state that can result from various factors, like excess excitement, extreme elevation of spirit, as seen in ecstatics and martyrs, or over-stimulation that leads to exhaustion, and can also be induced artificially through certain manipulations, narcotics, and other influences. All high-level somnambules—and when I say this, I mean extraordinary cases of illness documented by various notable continental physicians—not the subjects of mesmerism—describe their experiences as hearing and seeing not through their usual senses, but by some means they can't quite express other than to say they are filled with light, and it’s clear that this is not the common physical light, since they often see better in the dark, a striking example of which I personally observed.

I never had the slightest idea of this internal light, till, in the way of experiment, I inhaled the sulphuric ether; but I am now very well able to conceive it: for, after first feeling an agreeable warmth pervading my limbs, my next sensation was to find myself, I can not say in this heavenly light, for the light was in me—I was pervaded by it: it was not perceived by my eyes, which were closed, but perceived internally, I can not tell how. Of what nature this heavenly light was—and I can not forbear calling it heavenly, for it was like nothing on earth—I know not, nor how far it may be related to those luminous emanations occasionally seen around ecstatics, saints, martyrs, and dying persons; or to the flames seen by somnambules issuing from various objects, or to those observed by Von Reichenbach’s patients proceeding from the ends of the fingers, &c. But at all events, since the process which maintains life is of the nature of combustion, we have no reason to be amazed at the presence of luminous emanations; and as we are the subjects of various electrical phenomena, nobody is surprised when, on combing their hair or pulling off their silk-stockings, they hear a crackling noise, or even see sparks.

I never had the slightest idea of this inner light until, as an experiment, I inhaled the sulfuric ether; but now I can definitely understand it: after first feeling a warm sensation spreading through my limbs, my next feeling was realizing that I wasn't just in this heavenly light, but that the light was inside me—I was filled with it. It wasn't seen by my closed eyes but felt internally in a way I can't explain. I don't know what this heavenly light was made of—and I can't help but call it divine, because it was unlike anything on earth—I can't say how it might relate to the glowing figures sometimes seen around ecstatics, saints, martyrs, and people on the verge of death; or to the flames seen by sleepwalkers coming from various objects, or to those observed by Von Reichenbach’s patients coming from the tips of their fingers, etc. But regardless, since the process that keeps us alive is similar to combustion, we shouldn't be surprised by the presence of glowing emissions. And since we experience various electrical phenomena, no one is shocked when, after brushing their hair or taking off their silk stockings, they hear a crackling sound or even see sparks.

Light, in short, is a phenomenon which seems connected with all forms of life; and I need not here refer to that emitted by glow-worms, fire-flies, and those marine animals which illuminate the sea. The eyes also of many animals shine with a light which is not merely a reflected one—as has been ascertained by Rengger, a German naturalist, who found himself able to distinguish objects in the most profound darkness, by the flaming eyes of a South American monkey.

Light is a phenomenon that appears to be linked to all forms of life, and I won't go into detail about the light from glow-worms, fireflies, and those marine creatures that light up the ocean. Many animals also have eyes that shine with light that isn't just reflection. This was confirmed by Rengger, a German naturalist, who discovered he could see objects in complete darkness thanks to the glowing eyes of a South American monkey.

“The seeing of a clear-seer,” says Dr. Passavent, “may be called a solar seeing, for he lights and inter-penetrates his object with his own organic light, viz., his nervous ether, which becomes the organ of the spirit;” and under certain circumstances this organic light becomes visible, as in those above alluded to. Persons recovering from deep swoons and trances, frequently describe themselves as having been in this region of light—this light of the spirit, if I may so call it—this palace of light, in which it dwells, which will hereafter be its proper light; for the physical or solar light, which serves us while in the flesh, will be no longer needed, when out of it, nor probably be perceived by the spirit, which will then, I repeat, be a light to itself: and as this organic light—this germ of our future spiritual body—occasionally becomes partially visible now, there can not, I think, be any great difficulty in conceiving that it may, under given circumstances, be so hereafter.

“The sight of a clear-seer,” says Dr. Passavent, “can be called a solar energy sight, because he illuminates and penetrates his object with his own organic light, which is his nervous ether, acting as the organ of the spirit;” and under certain conditions, this organic light becomes visible, as mentioned earlier. People recovering from deep fainting spells and trances often describe experiencing this realm of light—this light of the spirit, if I may call it that—this palace of light where it resides, which will eventually be its true light; because the physical or solar light, which guides us while we are in the body, won’t be needed once we’re out of it, and probably won’t be perceived by the spirit, which will then, I repeat, be a light unto itself: and since this organic light—this essence of our future spiritual body—sometimes becomes partially visible now, I don’t think it’s hard to imagine that it could, under certain conditions, also be visible in the future.

The use of the word light, in the Scriptures, must not be received in a purely symbolical sense. We shall dwell in light, or we shall dwell in darkness, in proportion as we have shaken off the bonds that chain us to the earth; according, in short, to our moral state, we shall be pure and bright, or impure and dark.

The use of the word light in the Scriptures shouldn't be taken just as a symbol. We will live in light or darkness based on how much we've freed ourselves from the chains that hold us to the earth; in essence, depending on our moral condition, we will be pure and bright or impure and dark.

Monsieur Arago mentions, in his treatise on lightning and the electrical fluid, that all men are not equally susceptible of it, and that there are different degrees of receptivity, verging from total insensibility to the extreme opposite; and he also remarks that animals are more susceptible to it than men. He says the fluid will pass through a chain of persons, of whom perhaps one (though forming only the second link) will be wholly insensible of the shock. Such persons would be rarely struck by lightning, while another would be in as great danger from a flash as if he were made of metal. Thus it is not only the situation of a man, during a storm, but also his physical constitution, that regulates the amount of his peril. The horse and the dog are particularly susceptible.

Monsieur Arago mentions in his essay on lightning and electrical energy that not everyone is equally affected by it, and that there are different levels of sensitivity, ranging from complete insensitivity to the extreme opposite. He also points out that animals are more affected by it than humans. He states that the electrical current can pass through a chain of people, where perhaps only one person (even if they’re the second link) will be completely unaware of the shock. Such individuals would rarely be struck by lightning, while another person could be just as vulnerable to a lightning strike as if they were made of metal. Therefore, it's not just a person's position during a storm that determines their risk, but also their physical makeup. Horses and dogs are particularly sensitive.

Now, this varying susceptibility is analogous to, if not the very same, that causes the varying susceptibility to such phenomena as I am treating of; and, accordingly, we know that in all times, horses and dogs have been reputed to have the faculty of seeing spirits: and when persons who have the second-sight see a vision, these animals, if in contact with them, perceive it also, and frequently evince symptoms of great terror. We also here find the explanation of another mystery, namely, what the Germans call ansteckung, and the English (skeptics when alluding to these phenomena) contagion—meaning simply contagious fear; but, as when several persons form a chain, the shock from an electrical machine will pass through the whole of them—so, if one person is in such a state as to become sensible of an apparition or some similar phenomenon, he may be able to communicate that power to another; and thus has arisen the conviction among the highlanders, that a seer, by touching a person near him, enables him frequently to participate in his vision.

Now, this varying sensitivity is similar to, if not the same as, what causes the different sensitivities to the phenomena I’m discussing; and, as a result, we’ve seen that throughout history, horses and dogs have been believed to have the ability to see spirits. When people with second sight have a vision, these animals, if they’re near them, see it too and often show signs of great fear. We also find here the explanation for another mystery, which the Germans call infection, and the English (skeptics when referencing these phenomena) call infection—which simply means spreading fear; but just as when several people form a chain, a shock from an electrical machine will pass through all of them—if one person is in a state to perceive an apparition or something similar, they might be able to pass that ability to another; and thus comes the belief among the highlanders that a seer, by touching someone nearby, often allows them to share in their vision.

A little girl, in humble life, called Mary Delves, of a highly nervous temperament, has been frequently punished for saying that the cat was on fire, and that she saw flames issuing from various persons and objects.

A young girl named Mary Delves, who lived simply and had a very nervous disposition, was often punished for claiming that the cat was on fire and that she could see flames coming from different people and things.

With regard to the perplexing subject of corpse-lights, there would be little difficulty attending it if they always remained stationary over the graves; but it seems very well established that that is not the case. There are numerous stories, proceeding from very respectable quarters, proving the contrary; and I have heard two from a dignitary of the church, born in Wales, which I will relate:—

With respect to the confusing topic of corpse-lights, it wouldn’t be too difficult to understand if they always stayed still over the graves; however, it appears quite clear that this isn’t the case. There are many accounts from reliable sources that support the opposite; and I’ve heard two from a church official originally from Wales, which I will share:—

A female relation of his had occasion to go to Aberystwith, which was about twenty miles from her home, on horseback; and she started at a very early hour for that purpose, with her father’s servant. When they had nearly reached the half-way, fearing the man might be wanted at home, she bade him return, as she was approaching the spot where the servant of the lady she was going to visit was to meet her, in order to escort her the other half.

A female relative of his needed to go to Aberystwyth, which was about twenty miles from her home, on horseback. She set out very early for that purpose, accompanied by her father's servant. When they were almost halfway there, worried that the man might be needed at home, she told him to go back since she was nearing the place where the servant of the lady she was visiting was supposed to meet her to take her the rest of the way.

The man had not long left her, when she saw a light coming toward her, the nature of which she suspected. It moved, according to her description, steadily on, about three feet from the ground. Somewhat awestruck, she turned her horse out of the bridle-road, along which it was coming, intending to wait till it had passed; but, to her dismay, just as it came opposite to her, it stopped, and there remained perfectly fixed for nearly half an hour, at the end of which period it moved on as before.

The man had barely walked away when she noticed a light heading her way, and she had a feeling about what it might be. According to her description, it floated steadily about three feet off the ground. Feeling a bit intimidated, she guided her horse off the bridle-path where it was approaching, planning to wait until it passed by. But, to her surprise, just as it reached her position, it stopped and stayed completely still for almost half an hour, after which it continued moving like before.

The servant presently came up, and she proceeded to the house of her friend, where she related what she had seen. A few days afterward, the very servant who came to meet her was taken ill and died: his body was carried along that road; and, at the very spot where the light had paused, an accident occurred, which caused a delay of half an hour.

The servant came over, and she went to her friend's house, where she shared what she had seen. A few days later, the same servant who had come to greet her fell ill and died; his body was brought along that road, and at the exact spot where the light had stopped, an accident happened that caused a half-hour delay.

The other story was as follows: A servant in the family of Lady Davis, my informant’s aunt, had occasion to start early for market. Being in the kitchen, about three o’clock in the morning, taking his breakfast alone, when everybody else was in bed, he was surprised at hearing a sound of heavy feet on the stairs above; and, opening the door to see who it could be, he was struck with alarm at perceiving a great light, much brighter than could have been shed by a candle, at the same time that he heard a violent thump, as if some very heavy body had hit the clock, which stood on the landing. Aware of the nature of the light, the man did not await its further descent, but rushed out of the house—whence he presently saw it issue from the front door, and proceed on its way to the churchyard.

The other story went like this: A servant in the family of Lady Davis, who was my informant’s aunt, had to leave early for the market. While he was in the kitchen, around three o’clock in the morning, having breakfast alone while everyone else was still asleep, he was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs above. When he opened the door to see who it was, he was filled with alarm upon seeing a bright light, much brighter than a candle, along with a loud thud, as if something very heavy had struck the clock on the landing. Realizing the nature of the light, the man didn’t wait for it to come down any further; instead, he rushed out of the house—where he soon saw it exit through the front door and head toward the churchyard.

As his mistress, Lady Davis, was at that period in her bed, ill, he made no doubt that her death impended; and when he returned from the market at night, his first question was, whether she was yet alive: and though he was informed she was better, he declared his conviction that she would die, alleging as his reason what he had seen in the morning—a narration which led everybody else to the same conclusion.

As his mistress, Lady Davis, was in bed, sick at that time, he had no doubt that her death was coming soon; and when he came back from the market that night, his first question was whether she was still alive. Even though he was told she was improving, he insisted he believed she would die, citing what he had seen that morning—a story that convinced everyone else of the same thing.

The lady, however, recovered; but, within a fortnight, another member of the family died: and as his coffin was brought down the stairs, the bearers ran it violently against the clock—upon which the man instantly exclaimed, “That is the very noise I heard!”

The woman, however, got better; but, within two weeks, another family member passed away: and as they carried his coffin down the stairs, the bearers crashed it hard against the clock—at which point the man immediately said, “That’s exactly the sound I heard!”

I could relate numerous stories wherein the appearance of a ghost was accompanied by a light; but as there is nothing that distinguishes them from those abovementioned, I will not dilate further on this branch of the subject, on which, perhaps, I have said enough to suggest to the minds of my readers that, although we know little how such things are, we do know enough of analogous phenomena to enable us to believe, at least, their possibility.

I could share many stories where a ghost showed up with a light, but since there's nothing that sets them apart from what I've already mentioned, I won’t go into more detail on this topic. I've probably said enough to make my readers think that, even though we don't understand exactly how these things work, we know enough about similar phenomena to at least believe in their possibility.

I confess I find much less difficulty in conceiving the existence of such facts as those above described, than those of another class, of which we meet with occasional instances.

I admit I find it much easier to understand the existence of the facts mentioned above than those from another category that we occasionally come across.

For example, a gentleman of fortune and station, in Ireland, was one day walking along the road, when he met a very old man, apparently a peasant, though well-dressed, and looking as if he had on his Sunday habiliments. His great age attracted the gentleman’s attention the more, that he could not help wondering at the alertness of his movements, and the ease with which he was ascending the hill. He consequently accosted him, inquiring his name and residence; and was answered that his name was Kirkpatrick, and that he lived at a cottage, which he pointed out. Whereupon the gentleman expressed his surprise that he should be unknown to him, since he fancied he had been acquainted with every man on his estate. “It is odd you have never seen me before,” returned the old man, “for I walk here every day.”

For example, a well-off gentleman in Ireland was walking down the road one day when he came across a very old man who seemed to be a peasant, although he was nicely dressed and looked like he was in his Sunday best. The man's advanced age caught the gentleman's attention even more because he couldn't help but marvel at how lively he was and how easily he was climbing the hill. Therefore, he struck up a conversation, asking for the man's name and where he lived. The old man replied that his name was Kirkpatrick and that he lived in a cottage he pointed out. The gentleman expressed his surprise that he didn't know him, as he thought he was familiar with everyone on his estate. “It’s strange you’ve never seen me before,” the old man replied, “because I walk here every day.”

“How old are you?” asked the gentleman.

“How old are you?” asked the man.

“I am one hundred and five,” answered the other; “and have been here all my life.”

“I’m one hundred and five,” replied the other; “and I’ve been here my whole life.”

After a few more words, they parted; and the gentleman, proceeding toward some laborers in a neighboring field, inquired if they knew an old man of the name of Kirkpatrick. They did not; but on addressing the question to some older tenants, they said, “Oh, yes;” they had known him, and had been at his funeral; he had lived at the cottage on the hill, but had been dead twenty years.

After chatting for a bit longer, they said their goodbyes, and the gentleman walked over to some laborers in a nearby field to ask if they knew an old man named Kirkpatrick. They didn’t, but when he asked some older residents, they said, “Oh, yes;” they had known him and had attended his funeral. He lived in the cottage on the hill, but he had been dead for twenty years.

“How old was he when he died?” inquired the gentleman, much amazed. “He was eighty-five,” said they: so that the old man gave the age that he would have reached had he survived to the period of this rencontre.

“How old was he when he died?” asked the man, quite surprised. “He was eighty-five,” they replied. So, the old man stated the age he would have lived to if he had survived to that meeting.

This curious incident is furnished by the gentleman himself and all he can say is, that it certainly occurred, and that he is quite unable to explain it. He was in perfect health at the time, and had never heard of this man in his life, who had been dead several years before the estate came into his possession.

This strange event is provided by the man himself, and all he can say is that it definitely happened, and he can't explain it at all. He was in perfect health at the time and had never heard of this man in his life, who had been dead for several years before he inherited the estate.

The following is another curious story. The original will be found in the register of the church named, from which it has been copied for my use:—

The following is another interesting story. The original can be found in the church register of the named church, from which it has been copied for my use:—

EXTRACT FROM THE REGISTER IN BRISLEY CHURCH, NORFOLK.

EXTRACT FROM THE REGISTER IN BRISLEY CHURCH, NORFOLK.

December 12, 1706.—I, Robert Withers, M. A., vicar of Gately, do insert here a story which I had from undoubted hands; for I have all the moral certainty of the truth of it possible:—

December 12, 1706.—I, Robert Withers, M. A., vicar of Gately, want to share a story that I received from reliable sources; I have complete moral certainty about its truth:—

“Mr. Grose went to see Mr. Shaw on the 2d of August last. As they sat talking in the evening, says Mr. Shaw: ‘On the 21st of the last month, as I was smoking a pipe, and reading in my study, between eleven and twelve at night, in comes Mr. Naylor (formerly fellow of St. John’s college, but had been dead full four years). When I saw him, I was not much affrighted, and I asked him to sit down, which accordingly he did for about two hours, and we talked together. I asked him how it fared with him. He said, “Very well.”—“Were any of our old acquaintances with him?”—“No!” (at which I was much alarmed), “but Mr. Orchard will be with me soon, and yourself not long after.” As he was going away, I asked him if he would not stay a little longer, but he refused. I asked him if he would call again. “No;” he had but three days’ leave of absence, and he had other business.’

“Mr. Grose went to see Mr. Shaw on August 2nd last year. As they were chatting in the evening, Mr. Shaw said, ‘On the 21st of last month, while I was smoking a pipe and reading in my study between eleven and twelve at night, in walks Mr. Naylor (who used to be a fellow at St. John’s College, but had been dead for a full four years). When I saw him, I wasn’t very scared, and I invited him to sit down, which he did for about two hours, and we talked. I asked him how he was doing. He said, “Very well.” —“Were any of our old friends with him?” —“No!” (which alarmed me a lot), “but Mr. Orchard will be with me soon, and you won’t be long after.” As he was leaving, I asked him if he wouldn’t stay a little longer, but he declined. I asked him if he would come back again. “No;” he only had three days’ leave of absence, and he had other business.’”

“N. B.—Mr. Orchard died soon after. Mr. Shaw is now dead: he was formerly fellow of St. John’s college—an ingenious, good man. I knew him there; but at his death he had a college-living in Oxfordshire, and here he saw the apparition.”

“N. B.—Mr. Orchard died soon after. Mr. Shaw is now dead: he was previously a fellow of St. John’s College—an intelligent, good man. I knew him there; but at his death, he had a college position in Oxfordshire, and that’s where he saw the apparition.”

An extraordinary circumstance occurred some years ago, in which a very pious and very eminent Scotch minister, Ebenezer Brown of Inverkeithing, was concerned. A person of ill character in the neighborhood having died, the family very shortly afterward came to him to complain of some exceedingly unpleasant circumstances connected with the room in which the dissolution had taken place, which rendered it uninhabitable, and requesting his assistance. All that is known by his family of what followed, is that he went and entered the room alone; came out again, in a state of considerable excitement and in a great perspiration; took off his coat and re-entered the room; a great noise and I believe voices were then heard by the family, who remained the whole time at the door; when he came out finally, it was evident that something very extraordinary had taken place; what it was, he said, he could never disclose; but that perhaps after his death some paper might be found upon the subject. None, however, as far as I can learn, has been discovered.

An unusual situation happened a few years ago involving a very devout and well-respected Scottish minister, Ebenezer Brown from Inverkeithing. After a local individual with a bad reputation passed away, the family quickly approached him to report some extremely unpleasant issues related to the room where the death occurred, which made it unlivable, and they asked for his help. All his family knows about what happened next is that he went into the room alone; he came out visibly agitated and sweating heavily; he took off his coat and went back inside the room. A loud noise and, I believe, voices were then heard by the family, who waited at the door the whole time. When he finally emerged, it was clear that something very unusual had happened. He said he could never reveal what it was, but perhaps after his death, some document might be found regarding the matter. However, as far as I know, none has ever been discovered.

A circumstance of a very singular nature is asserted to have occurred, not very many years back, in regard to a professor in the college of A⁠——, who had seduced a girl and married another woman. The girl became troublesome to him; and being found murdered, after having been last seen in his company, he was suspected of being some way concerned in the crime. But the strange thing is, that, from that period, he retired every evening at a particular hour to a certain room, where he stayed a great part of the night, and where it was declared that her voice was distinctly heard in conversation with him: a strange, wild story, which I give as I have it, without pretending to any explanation of the belief that seems to have prevailed, that he was obliged to keep this fearful tryst.

A very unusual situation is said to have happened not too many years ago involving a professor at the college of A⁠——, who had lured a girl and then married someone else. The girl became a problem for him; and after she was found murdered, having been last seen with him, he was suspected of being somehow involved in the crime. But the odd part is that ever since that time, he would leave every evening at a specific hour to a certain room, where he spent a large part of the night, and where it was claimed that her voice was clearly heard talking to him: a strange, wild story, which I recount as I have it, without trying to explain the belief that seemed to be widespread, that he was compelled to keep this terrifying appointment.

Visitations of this description—which seem to indicate that the deceased person is still, in some way incomprehensible to us, an inhabitant of the earth—are more perplexing than any of the stories I meet with. In the time of Frederick II. of Prussia, the cook of a catholic priest residing at a village named Quarrey, died, and he took another in her place; but the poor woman had no peace or rest from the interference of her predecessor, insomuch that she resigned her situation, and the minister might almost have done without any servant at all. The fires were lighted, and the rooms swept and arranged, and all the needful services performed, by unseen hands. Numbers of people went to witness the phenomena, till at length the story reached the ears of the king, who sent a captain and a lieutenant of his guard to investigate the affair. As they approached the house, they found themselves preceded by a march, though they could see no musicians; and when they entered the parlor and witnessed what was going on, the captain exclaimed: “If that doesn’t beat the devil!” upon which he received a smart slap on the face, from the invisible hand that was arranging the furniture.

Visitations like this—implying that the deceased person is still, in some incomprehensible way, a presence on earth—are more confusing than any stories I've encountered. During the time of Frederick II of Prussia, the cook of a Catholic priest living in a village called Quarrey passed away, and he hired another woman to replace her. However, the poor woman couldn’t find peace or rest because of her predecessor’s interference, to the point where she quit her job, and the minister could almost have managed without any servant at all. The fires were lit, the rooms were cleaned and organized, and all necessary tasks were completed by unseen hands. Many people came to witness the phenomena, and eventually, the story reached the king, who sent a captain and a lieutenant from his guard to check it out. As they approached the house, they heard a march ahead of them, even though they saw no musicians; and when they entered the parlor and saw what was happening, the captain exclaimed, “If that doesn’t beat the devil!” and he got a sharp slap on the face from the invisible hand that was rearranging the furniture.

In consequence of this affair, the house was pulled down, by the king’s orders, and another residence built for the minister at some distance from the spot.

As a result of this situation, the house was torn down by the king’s orders, and a new home was constructed for the minister a short distance away from the location.

Now, to impose on Frederick II. would have been no slight matter, as regarded the probable consequences; and the officers of his guard would certainly not have been disposed to make the experiment; and it is not likely that the king would have ordered the house to be pulled down without being thoroughly satisfied of the truth of the story.

Now, imposing on Frederick II would have been a serious issue, considering the potential consequences; the officers in his guard definitely wouldn’t have been eager to take that risk; and it’s unlikely the king would have ordered the house to be demolished without being completely convinced of the truth behind the story.

One of the most remarkable stories of this class I know—excepting indeed the famous one of the Grecian bride—is that which is said to have happened at Crossen, in Silesia, in the year 1659, in the reign of the Princess Elizabeth Charlotte. In the spring of that year, an apothecary’s man, called Christopher Monig—a native of Serbest, in Anhalt—died, and was buried with the usual ceremonies of the Lutheran church. But, to the amazement of everybody, a few days afterward, he, at least what seemed to be himself, appeared in the shop, where he would sit himself down, and sometimes walk, and take from the shelves boxes, pots, and glasses, and set them again in other places; sometimes try and examine the goodness of the medicines, weigh them with the scales, pound the drugs with a mighty noise—nay, serve the people that came with bills to the shop, take their money and lay it up in the counter: in a word, do all things that a journeyman in such cases used to do. He looked very ghostly upon his former companions, who were afraid to say anything to him, and his master being sick at that time, he was very troublesome to him. At last he took a cloak that hung in the shop, put it on and walked abroad, but minding nobody in the streets; he entered into some of the citizen’s houses, especially such as he had formerly known, yet spoke to no one but to a maid-servant, whom he met with hard by the church-yard, whom he desired to go home and dig in a lower chamber of her master’s house, where she would find an inestimable treasure. But the girl, amazed at the sight of him, swooned away; whereupon he lifted her up, but left a mark upon her, in so doing, that was long visible. She fell sick in consequence of the fright, and having told what Monig had said to her, they dug up the place indicated, but found nothing but a decayed pot with a hemarites or bloodstone in it. The affair making a great noise, the reigning princess caused the man’s body to be taken up, which being done, it was found in a state of putrefaction, and was reinterred. The apothecary was then recommended to remove everything belonging to Monig—his linen, clothes, books, &c.—after which the apparition left the house and was seen no more.

One of the most amazing stories from this class that I know—except for the famous tale of the Grecian bride—is what’s said to have happened in Crossen, Silesia, in 1659, during the reign of Princess Elizabeth Charlotte. In the spring of that year, a young apothecary's assistant named Christopher Monig—a local from Serbest in Anhalt—died and was buried according to the usual Lutheran church rituals. But to everyone's surprise, just a few days later, he appeared in the shop, or at least someone who looked like him did. He would sit down, sometimes walk around, take boxes, jars, and glasses off the shelves, and put them back in different spots; he would even test and weigh the medicines, grind the herbs loudly—really, he did everything a journeyman would do in such situations. He looked quite ghostly to his former coworkers, who were too scared to speak to him, and since his boss was sick at the time, he was quite bothersome to him. Eventually, he grabbed a cloak hanging in the shop, put it on, and walked outside, ignoring everyone in the streets. He entered several citizens' homes, especially ones he recognized, but only spoke to a maid he encountered near the churchyard, telling her to go home and dig in a lower room of her master’s house, where she would find a treasure beyond value. However, the girl, shocked by his appearance, fainted; he lifted her up but left a mark on her that remained visible for a long time. She fell ill from the fright, and after telling everyone what Monig had said, they dug up the spot he mentioned, but all they found was an old pot with a bloodstone in it. The incident created quite a stir, prompting the reigning princess to order Monig's body to be exhumed. When they did, it was in a state of decay, and it was reburied. The apothecary was then advised to remove everything that belonged to Monig—his linens, clothes, books, etc.—after which the apparition left the house and was never seen again.

The fact of the man’s reappearance in this manner was considered to be so perfectly established at the time, that there was actually a public disputation on the subject in the academy of Leipsic. With regard to the importance the apparition attached to the bloodstone, we do not know but that there may be truth in the persuasion that this gem is possessed of some occult properties of much more value than its beauty.

The fact that the man reappeared this way was so widely accepted at the time that there was actually a public debate about it at the academy of Leipsic. As for the significance the apparition placed on the bloodstone, we can’t say for sure, but there might be some truth in the belief that this gem has some hidden qualities that are worth much more than just its beauty.

The story of the Grecian bride is still more wonderful, and yet it comes to us so surprisingly well authenticated, inasmuch as the details were forwarded by the prefect of the city in which the thing occurred, to the proconsul of his province, and by the latter were laid before the emperor Hadrian—and as it was not the custom to mystify Roman emperors—we are constrained to believe that what the prefect and proconsul communicated to him, they had good reason for believing themselves.

The story of the Greek bride is even more incredible, and yet it comes to us surprisingly well-documented, since the details were sent by the city's prefect to the proconsul of his province, and then presented to Emperor Hadrian by the proconsul. Since it wasn't common practice to confuse Roman emperors, we have to assume that the prefect and proconsul had solid reasons to believe what they shared with him.

It appears that a gentleman, called Demostrates, and Charito, his wife, had a daughter called Philinnion, who died; and that about six months afterward, a youth named Machates, who had come to visit them, was surprised on retiring to the apartments destined to strangers, by receiving the visits of a young maiden who eats and drinks and exchanges gifts with him. Some accident having taken the nurse that way, she, amazed by the sight, summons her master and mistress to behold their daughter, who is there sitting with the guest.

It seems that a man named Demostrates and his wife, Charito, had a daughter named Philinnion, who passed away. About six months later, a young man named Machates came to visit them and was surprised when he went to the guests’ quarters and encountered a young woman who ate, drank, and exchanged gifts with him. The nurse happened to walk by and, astonished by what she saw, called for her master and mistress to come and see their daughter sitting there with their guest.

Of course, they do not believe her; but at length, wearied by her importunities, the mother follows her to the guest’s chamber; but the young people are now asleep, and the door closed; but looking through the keyhole, she perceives what she believes to be her daughter. Still unable to credit her senses, she resolves to wait till morning before disturbing them; but when she comes again the young lady had departed; while Machates, on being interrogated, confesses that Philinnion had been with him, but that she had admitted to him that it was unknown to her parents. Upon this, the amazement and agitation of the mother were naturally very great; especially when Machates showed her a ring which the girl had given him, and a bodice which she had left behind her; and his amazement was no less, when he heard the story they had to tell. He, however, promised that if she returned the next night, he would let them see her; for he found it impossible to believe that his bride was their dead daughter. He suspected, on the contrary, that some thieves had stripped her body of the clothes and ornaments in which she had been buried, and that the girl who came to his room had bought them. When, therefore, she arrived, his servant having had orders to summon the father and mother, they came; and perceiving that it was really their daughter, they fell to embracing her, with tears. But she reproached them for the intrusion, declaring that she had been permitted to spend three days with this stranger, in the house of her birth; but that now she must go to the appointed place; and immediately fell down dead, and the dead body lay there visible to all.

Of course, they don't believe her; but eventually, worn out by her persistence, the mother follows her to the guest's room. However, the young couple is already asleep, and the door is closed. Looking through the keyhole, she thinks she sees her daughter. Still struggling to accept what she thinks she sees, she decides to wait until morning before interrupting them. But when she returns, the young lady has already left. When questioned, Machates admits that Philinnion had been with him but mentioned that she hadn’t told her parents about it. This revelation greatly shocks and unsettles the mother, especially when Machates shows her a ring that the girl had given him and a bodice that she left behind. He is equally astonished when he hears their story. However, he promises that if she returns the next night, he will let them see her, as he cannot believe that his bride is their deceased daughter. Instead, he suspects that some thieves stripped her body of the clothing and jewelry she had been buried in, and that the girl who came to his room must have bought them. So, when she arrives, his servant has been instructed to summon the father and mother, who come quickly. When they realize it is truly their daughter, they embrace her with tears. But she scolds them for intruding, saying that she was allowed to spend three days with this stranger in her childhood home, but now she must go to her intended place. Suddenly, she collapses and dies, with her lifeless body visible to all.

The news of this strange event soon spread abroad, the house was surrounded by crowds of people, and the prefect was obliged to take measures to avoid a tumult. On the following morning, at an early hour, the inhabitants assembled in the theatre, and thence they proceeded to the vault, in order to ascertain if the body of Philinnion was where it had been deposited six months before. It was not; but on the bier there lay the ring and cap which Machates had presented to her the first night she visited him; showing that she had returned there in the interim. They then proceeded to the house of Democrates, where they saw the body, which it was decreed must now be buried without the bounds of the city. Numerous religious ceremonies and sacrifices followed, and the unfortunate Machates, seized with horror, put an end to his own life.

The news of this strange event quickly spread, and the house was surrounded by crowds of people, forcing the prefect to take steps to prevent a riot. The next morning, at dawn, the residents gathered in the theater and then went to the vault to see if Philinnion's body was still where it had been placed six months earlier. It was not; instead, on the bier lay the ring and cap that Machates had given her on the first night she visited him, indicating that she had returned there in the meantime. They then went to Democrates' house, where they saw the body, which it was determined must now be buried outside the city limits. Many religious ceremonies and sacrifices followed, and the unfortunate Machates, filled with horror, ended his own life.

The following very singular circumstance occurred in this country toward the latter end of the last century, and excited, at the time, considerable attention; the more so, as it was asserted by everybody acquainted with the people and the locality, that the removal of the body was impossible by any recognised means; besides, that no one would have had the hardihood to attempt such a feat:—

The following unusual event took place in this country toward the end of the last century, and drew a lot of attention at the time; especially since everyone familiar with the people and the area claimed that removing the body was impossible by any known methods; moreover, no one would have had the guts to try such a thing:—

“Mr. William Craighead, author of a popular system of arithmetic, was parish-schoolmaster of Monifieth, situate upon the estuary of the Tay, about six miles east from Dundee. It would appear that Mr. Craighead was then a young man, fond of a frolic, without being very scrupulous about the means, or calculating the consequences. There being a lykewake in the neighborhood, according to the custom of the times, attended by a number of his acquaintance, Craighead procured a confederate, with whom he concerted a plan to draw the watchers from the house, or at least from the room where the corpse lay. Having succeeded in this, he dexterously removed the dead body to an outer house, while his companion occupied the place of the corpse in the bed where it had lain. It was agreed upon between the confederates, that when the company were reassembled Craighead was to join them, and, at a concerted signal the impostor was to rise, shrouded like the dead man, while the two were to enjoy the terror and alarm of their companions. Mr. Craighead came in, and, after being some time seated, the signal was made, but met no attention; he was rather surprised; it was repeated, and still neglected. Mr. Craighead, in his turn, now became alarmed; for he conceived it impossible that his companion could have fallen asleep in that situation; his uneasiness became insupportable; he went to the bed, and found his friend lifeless! Mr. Craighead’s feelings, as may well be imagined, now entirely overpowered him, and the dreadful fact was disclosed. Their agitation was extreme, and it was far from being alleviated when every attempt to restore animation to the thoughtless young man proved abortive. As soon as their confusion would permit, an inquiry was made after the original corpse, and Mr. Craighead and another went to fetch it in, but it was not to be found. The alarm and consternation of the company were now redoubled; for some time a few suspected that some hardy fellow among them had been attempting a Rowland for an Oliver, but when every knowledge of it was most solemnly denied by all present, their situation can be more easily imagined than described; that of Mr. Craighead was little short of distraction. Daylight came without relieving their agitation; no trace of the corpse could be discovered, and Mr. Craighead was accused as the primum mobile of all that had happened: he was incapable of sleeping, and wandered several days and nights in search of the body, which was at last discovered in the parish of Tealing, deposited in a field, about six miles distant from the place whence it was removed.

“Mr. William Craighead, the author of a well-known arithmetic system, was the parish schoolmaster of Monifieth, located by the Tay estuary, about six miles east of Dundee. It seems that Mr. Craighead was a young man at that time, enjoying a bit of fun, without being too concerned about how he went about it or considering the consequences. When a wake was happening nearby, following the customs of the time and attended by several acquaintances, Craighead teamed up with an accomplice and came up with a plan to lure the watchers away from the house, or at least from the room where the body lay. Once they managed to do that, he skillfully moved the dead body to a shed while his friend took its place in the bed. They agreed that when the guests came back together, Craighead would join them, and at a predetermined signal, the impostor would rise, wrapped like the deceased, while the two would enjoy the terror and shock of their friends. Mr. Craighead entered, and after sitting there for a while, the signal was given, but nobody paid attention; he was somewhat surprised. It was signaled again, and still ignored. Mr. Craighead then became anxious; he thought it was impossible for his companion to have fallen asleep in that position. His worry began to feel overwhelming, so he approached the bed and found his friend dead! As one can imagine, Mr. Craighead was completely overwhelmed, and the horrible reality came to light. Their panic was intense and was not eased when every attempt to revive the careless young man failed. Once they calmed down enough, they looked for the original corpse, and Mr. Craighead and another person went to bring it in, but they could not find it. The panic and confusion among the guests doubled; for a while, a few suspected that someone among them was playing a trick, but when everyone denied it so emphatically, their situation was more easily imagined than described; Mr. Craighead was nearly driven to madness. Daybreak came without easing their distress; not a trace of the corpse could be found, and Mr. Craighead was blamed as the prime mover of all that had happened. He was unable to sleep and wandered for several days and nights searching for the body, which was eventually discovered in the parish of Tealing, lying in a field about six miles away from where it had been moved.”

“It is related that this extraordinary affair had a strong and lasting effect upon Mr. Craighead’s mind and conduct; that he immediately became serious and thoughtful, and ever after conducted himself with great prudence and sobriety.”

“It is said that this remarkable event had a deep and lasting impact on Mr. Craighead’s thoughts and actions; that he instantly became serious and reflective, and from then on, he behaved with considerable caution and moderation.”

Among what are called superstitions, there are a great many curious ones attached to certain families; and from some members of these families I have been assured that experience has rendered it impossible for them to forbear attaching importance to these persuasions.

Among what are called superstitions, there are many interesting ones linked to certain families; and some members of these families have told me that their experiences have made it impossible for them not to take these beliefs seriously.

A very remarkable circumstance occurred lately in this part of the world, the facts of which I had an opportunity of being well acquainted with.

A very notable event happened recently in this area, and I had the chance to become well-informed about it.

One evening, somewhere about Christmas, of the year 1844, a letter was sent for my perusal, which had been just received from a member of a distinguished family, in Perthshire. The friend who sent it me, an eminent literary man, said, “Read the enclosed; and we shall now have an opportunity of observing if any event follows the prognostics.” The information contained in the letter was to the following effect:—

One evening, around Christmas in 1844, I received a letter from someone in a prominent family in Perthshire. The friend who forwarded it to me, a well-known writer, said, “Read this; we’ll now be able to see if anything happens based on these predictions.” The letter included the following information:—

Miss D⁠——, a relative of the present Lady C⁠——, who had been staying some time with the earl and countess, at their seat near Dundee, was invited to spend a few days at C⁠—— castle, with the earl and countess of A⁠——. She went: and while she was dressing for dinner, the first evening of her arrival, she heard a strain of music under her window, which finally resolved itself into a well-defined sound of a drum. When her maid came up stairs, she made some inquiries about the drummer that was playing near the house; but the maid knew nothing on the subject. For the moment, the circumstance passed from Miss D⁠——’s mind; but recurring to her again during the dinner, she said, addressing Lord A⁠——, “My lord, who is your drummer?”—upon which his lordship turned pale, Lady A⁠—— looked distressed, and several of the company (who all heard the question) embarrassed; while the lady, perceiving that she had made some unpleasant allusion, although she knew not to what their feelings referred, forbore further inquiry till she reached the drawing-room, when, having mentioned the circumstance again to a member of the family, she was answered, “What! have you never heard of the drummer-boy?”—“No,” replied Miss D⁠——; “who in the world is he?”—“Why,” replied the other, “he is a person who goes about the house playing his drum whenever there is a death impending in the family. The last time he was heard was shortly before the death of the last countess (the earl’s former wife), and that is why Lord A⁠—— became so pale when you mentioned it. ‘The drummer’ is a very unpleasant subject in this family, I assure you!”

Miss D⁠——, a relative of the current Lady C⁠——, who had been staying for a while with the earl and countess at their estate near Dundee, was invited to spend a few days at C⁠—— castle with the earl and countess of A⁠——. She accepted the invitation, and while she was getting dressed for dinner on her first evening there, she heard a tune outside her window that eventually turned into a distinct drum sound. When her maid came upstairs, she asked about the drummer playing near the house, but the maid didn’t know anything about it. For a moment, Miss D⁠—— forgot about it, but during dinner, it came back to her. She turned to Lord A⁠—— and asked, “My lord, who is your drummer?” At that, his lordship turned pale, Lady A⁠—— looked distressed, and several guests (who all heard the question) were visibly uncomfortable. Miss D⁠—— realized she had touched on something sensitive but didn’t know what it was, so she held off on further questions until she got to the drawing room. There, she brought it up again with a family member, who replied, “What! You’ve never heard of the drummer-boy?” “No,” said Miss D⁠——; “who is he?” “Well,” the other explained, “he's someone who plays his drum around the house whenever there’s a death about to happen in the family. The last time he was heard was right before the last countess (the earl’s previous wife) died, which is why Lord A⁠—— went pale when you mentioned it. ‘The drummer’ is a very unsettling topic in this family, I assure you!”

Miss D⁠—— was naturally much concerned, and, indeed, not a little frightened at this explanation, and her alarm being augmented by hearing the sounds on the following day, she took her departure from C⁠—— castle and returned to Lord C⁠——’s, stopping on her way to call on some friends, where she related this strange circumstance to the family, through whom the information reached me.

Miss D⁠—— was understandably very concerned and honestly a bit scared by this explanation. Her fear increased when she heard the sounds the next day, so she left C⁠—— castle and went back to Lord C⁠——’s. On the way, she stopped to visit some friends and shared this strange event with their family, who then passed the information along to me.

This affair was very generally known in the north, and we awaited the event with interest. The melancholy death of the countess about five or six months afterward, at Brighton, sadly verified the prognostic. I have heard that a paper was found in her desk after her death, declaring her conviction that the drum was for her; and it has been suggested that probably the thing preyed upon her mind and caused the catastrophe: but in the first place, from the mode of her death, that does not appear to be the case; in the second, even if it were, the fact of the verification of the prognostic remains unaffected; besides which, those who insist upon taking refuge in this hypothesis must admit that, before people living in the world like Lord and Lady A⁠——, could attach so much importance to the prognostic as to entail such fatal effects, they must have had very good reason for believing in it.

This situation was widely known in the north, and we followed the developments with great interest. The sad death of the countess about five or six months later in Brighton confirmed the prediction. I've heard that a note was found in her desk after she passed, stating her belief that the drum was meant for her; some have suggested that this thought may have weighed heavily on her mind and led to her death. However, first, the way she died doesn’t seem to support this idea; and second, even if it did, the fact that the prediction came true still stands. Moreover, those who cling to this theory must acknowledge that for people like Lord and Lady A⁠—— to attach such significance to the prediction, leading to such dire consequences, they must have had very strong reasons to believe in it.

The legend connected with “the drummer” is, that either himself, or some officer whose emissary he was, had become an object of jealousy to a former Lord A⁠——, and that he was put to death by being thrust into his own drum and flung from the window of the tower in which Miss D⁠——’s room was situated. It is said that he threatened to haunt them if they took his life; and he seems to have been as good as his word, having been heard several times in the memory of persons yet living.

The legend about "the drummer" is that either he himself or an officer he worked for became a target of jealousy for a former Lord A⁠——, who had him killed by being stuffed into his own drum and thrown out of the window of the tower where Miss D⁠——'s room was located. It's said that he warned he would haunt them if they took his life, and it seems he kept that promise, as people who are still alive today have reported hearing him several times.

There is a curious legend attached to the family of G⁠——, of R⁠——, to the effect that, when a lady is confined in that house, a little old woman enters the room when the nurse is absent, and strokes down the bed-clothes; after which the patient, according to the technical phrase, “never does any good,” and dies. Whether the old lady has paid her visits or not I do not know, but it is remarkable that the results attending several late confinements there have been fatal.

There’s an interesting legend about the G⁠—— family of R⁠——. It says that when a woman is giving birth in that house, a little old woman comes into the room when the nurse isn’t there and smooths the bedclothes. After that, the patient, as they say, “never gets better” and ends up dying. I can’t say for sure if this old lady has been seen or not, but it’s notable that there have been several recent cases there that ended tragically.

There was a legend, in a certain family, that a single swan was seen on a particular lake before a death. A member of this family told me that on one occasion, the father, being a widower, was about to enter into a second marriage. On the wedding-day, his son appeared so exceedingly distressed, that the bridegroom was offended, and, expostulating with him, was told by the young man that his low spirits were caused by his having seen the swan. He (the son) died that night quite unexpectedly.

There was a family legend that a single swan would appear on a specific lake before a death. A member of this family shared with me that one time, the father, who was a widower, was about to get remarried. On the wedding day, his son looked so obviously upset that the groom got offended. When he confronted his son about it, the young man explained that his sad mood came from seeing the swan. That night, the son died unexpectedly.

Besides Lord Littleton’s dove, there are a great many very curious stories recorded in which birds have been seen in a room when a death was impending; but the most extraordinary prognostic I know is that of “the black dog,” which seems to be attached to some families:—

Besides Lord Littleton’s dove, there are many strange stories recorded where birds have been seen in a room just before someone died; but the most remarkable omen I know of is “the black dog,” which seems to be linked to certain families:—

A young lady of the name of P⁠——, not long since was sitting at work, well and cheerful, when she saw, to her great surprise, a large black dog close to her. As both door and window were closed, she could not understand how he had got in; but when she started up to put him out, she could no longer see him.

A young lady named P⁠—— was happily working when, to her surprise, she saw a large black dog right next to her. Since both the door and window were closed, she couldn't figure out how he got in. But when she jumped up to let him out, he was gone.

Quite puzzled, and thinking it must be some strange illusion, she sat down again and went on with her work, when, presently, he was there again. Much alarmed, she now ran out and told her mother, who said she must have fancied it, or be ill. She declared neither was the case; and, to oblige her, the mother agreed to wait outside the door, and if she saw it again, she was to call her. Miss P⁠—— re-entered the room, and presently there was the dog again; but when she called her mother, he disappeared. Immediately afterward, the mother was taken ill and died. Before she expired, she said to her daughter, “Remember the black dog!”

Quite confused, and thinking it must be some strange trick of the mind, she sat down again and continued with her work when, soon enough, he appeared again. Feeling really scared, she ran out and told her mother, who said she must have imagined it or be unwell. She insisted that neither was true; and to satisfy her, her mother agreed to wait outside the door, and if she saw it again, she was to call her. Miss P⁠—— went back into the room, and soon the dog was there again; but when she called her mother, he vanished. Shortly after, her mother became ill and passed away. Before she died, she told her daughter, “Remember the black dog!”

I confess I should have been much disposed to think this a spectral illusion, were it not for the number of corroborative instances; and I have only this morning read in the review of a work called “The Unseen World,” just published, that there is a family in Cornwall who are also warned of an approaching death by the apparition of a black dog: and a very curious example is quoted, in which a lady newly married into the family, and knowing nothing of the tradition, came down from the nursery to request her husband would go up and drive away a black dog that was lying on the child’s bed. He went up, and found the child dead!

I admit I would have been inclined to think this was just a ghostly illusion if it weren't for the number of supporting examples. Just this morning, I read in a review of a newly published work called “The Unseen World” that there's a family in Cornwall who are also alerted to an impending death by the appearance of a black dog. A particularly interesting case is mentioned where a woman who had just married into the family, unaware of the tradition, came down from the nursery to ask her husband to go up and chase away a black dog that was lying on the child’s bed. He went up and discovered the child was dead!

I wonder if this phenomenon is the origin of the French phrase “bête noir,” to express an annoyance, or an augury of evil?

I wonder if this phenomenon is the origin of the French phrase “pet peeve,” which means an annoyance or a sign of bad things to come?

Most persons will remember the story of Lady Fanshawe, as related by herself—namely, that while paying a visit to Lady Honor O’Brien, she was awakened the first night she slept there by a voice, and, on drawing back the curtain, she saw a female figure standing in the recess of the window, attired in white, with red hair and a pale and ghastly aspect. “She looked out of the window,” says Lady Fanshawe, “and cried in a loud voice, such as I never before heard, ‘A horse!—a horse!—a horse!’ and then with a sigh, which rather resembled the wind than the voice of a human being, she disappeared. Her body appeared to me rather like a thick cloud than a real solid substance. I was so frightened,” she continues, “that my hair stood on end, and my night-cap fell off. I pushed and shook my husband, who had slept all the time, and who was very much surprised to find me in such a fright, and still more so when I told him the cause of it, and showed him the open window. Neither of us slept any more that night, but he talked to me about it, and told me how much more frequent such apparitions were in that country than in England.”

Most people will remember the story of Lady Fanshawe, as told by herself—specifically, that while visiting Lady Honor O’Brien, she was awakened the first night she stayed there by a voice. When she pulled back the curtain, she saw a female figure standing by the window, dressed in white, with red hair and a pale, ghostly look. “She looked out of the window,” says Lady Fanshawe, “and yelled in a loud voice, unlike anything I had ever heard, ‘A horse!—a horse!—a horse!’ and then with a sigh that sounded more like the wind than a human voice, she vanished. Her body seemed more like a thick cloud than a real solid form. I was so scared,” she continues, “that my hair stood on end, and my nightcap fell off. I pushed and shook my husband, who had slept through everything and was very surprised to find me so terrified, even more so when I explained what had happened and showed him the open window. Neither of us slept anymore that night, but he talked to me about it and said how much more common such apparitions were in that country than in England.”

This was, however, what is called a banshee: for in the morning Lady Honor came to them, to say that one of the family had died in the night, expressing a hope that they had not been disturbed: “for,” said she, “whenever any of the O’Briens is on his death-bed, it is usual for a woman to appear at one of the windows every night till he expires; but when I put you into this room, I did not think of it.” This apparition was connected with some sad tale of seduction and murder.

This was, however, what is called a wailing spirit: in the morning, Lady Honor came to them to say that someone in the family had died during the night, hoping they hadn’t been disturbed. “Because,” she said, “whenever any of the O’Briens is on his deathbed, it’s common for a woman to show up at one of the windows every night until he passes; but when I put you in this room, I didn’t think about that.” This ghostly figure was linked to a tragic story of seduction and murder.

I could relate many more instances of this kind, but I wish as much as possible to avoid repeating cases already in print; so I will conclude this chapter with the following account of “Pearlin Jean,” whose persevering annoyances, at Allanbank, were so thoroughly believed and established, as to have formed at various times a considerable impediment to letting the place. I am indebted to Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe for the account of Jean, and the anecdote that follows.

I could share many more examples like this, but I want to avoid repeating cases that are already published; so I’ll wrap up this chapter with the story of “Pearlin Jean,” whose persistent troubles at Allanbank were so widely accepted and documented that they often made it difficult to rent the place. I’m grateful to Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe for the story about Jean and the anecdote that follows.

A housekeeper, called Bettie Norrie, that lived many years at Allanbank, declared she and various other people had frequently seen Jean, adding that they were so used to her, as to be no longer alarmed at her noises.

A housekeeper named Bettie Norrie, who lived for many years at Allanbank, said that she and several other people had often seen Jean, adding that they had gotten so used to her that they were no longer startled by her noises.

“In my youth,” says Mr. Sharpe, “Pearlin Jean was the most remarkable ghost in Scotland, and my terror when a child. Our old nurse, Jenny Blackadder, had been a servant at Allanbank, and often heard her rustling in silks up and down stairs, and along the passage. She never saw her—but her husband did.

“In my youth,” says Mr. Sharpe, “Pearlin Jean was the most remarkable ghost in Scotland, and my fear as a child. Our old nurse, Jenny Blackadder, had worked at Allanbank and often heard her rustling in silks up and down the stairs and along the hallway. She never saw her—but her husband did."

“She was a French woman, whom the first baronet of Allanbank (then Mr. Stuart) met with at Paris, during his tour to finish his education as a gentleman. Some people said she was a nun, in which case she must have been a sister of charity, as she appears not to have been confined to a cloister. After some time, young Stuart became either faithless to the lady, or was suddenly recalled to Scotland by his parents, and had got into his carriage, at the door of the hotel, when his Dido unexpectedly made her appearance, and stepping on the fore-wheel of the coach to address her lover, he ordered the postillion to drive on; the consequence of which was, that the lady fell, and one of the wheels going over her forehead, killed her!

“She was a French woman whom the first baronet of Allanbank (then Mr. Stuart) met in Paris while finishing his education as a gentleman. Some people said she was a nun, which would make her a sister of charity, as she didn’t seem to be locked away in a convent. After a while, young Stuart either became unfaithful to her or was suddenly called back to Scotland by his parents. He had just gotten into his carriage at the hotel when his Dido unexpectedly showed up. She stepped on the front wheel of the coach to speak to her lover, but he ordered the driver to go on; as a result, the lady fell, and one of the wheels rolled over her forehead, killing her!

“In a dusky autumnal evening, when Mr. Stuart drove under the arched gateway of Allanbank, he perceived Pearlin Jean sitting on the top, her head and shoulders covered with blood.

“In a dim autumn evening, when Mr. Stuart drove under the arched gateway of Allanbank, he saw Pearlin Jean sitting on top, her head and shoulders covered in blood.

“After this, for many years, the house was haunted: doors shut and opened with great noise at midnight; and the rustling of silks, and pattering of high-heeled shoes, were heard in bed-rooms and passages. Nurse Jenny said there were seven ministers called together at one time, to lay the spirit; ‘but they did no mickle good, my dear.’

“After that, for many years, the house was haunted: doors would slam shut and fling open loudly at midnight; and the sound of silk rustling and the patter of high-heeled shoes could be heard in the bedrooms and hallways. Nurse Jenny said seven ministers were gathered together at one point to lie the spirit; ‘but they didn’t do much good, my dear.’”

“The picture of the ghost was hung between those of her lover and his lady, and kept her comparatively quiet; but when taken away, she became worse-natured than ever. This portrait was in the present Sir J⁠—— G⁠——’s possession. I am unwilling to record its fate.

“The picture of the ghost was hung between those of her lover and his lady, which kept her relatively calm; but when it was taken away, she became more temperamental than ever. This portrait belonged to the current Sir J⁠—— G⁠——. I’d rather not mention what happened to it.”

“The ghost was designated ‘Pearlin,’ from always wearing a great quantity of that sort of lace.[4]

“The ghost was named ‘Pearlin,’ because it always wore a lot of that kind of lace.[4]

“Nurse Jenny told me that when Thomas Blackadder was her lover (I remember Thomas very well), they made an assignation to meet one moonlight night in the orchard at Allanbank. True Thomas, of course, was the first comer; and, seeing a female figure, in a light-colored dress, at some distance, he ran forward with open arms to embrace his Jenny. Lo, and behold! as he neared the spot where the figure stood, it vanished; and presently he saw it again, at the very end of the orchard, a considerable way off. Thomas went home in a fright; but Jenny, who came last, and saw nothing, forgave him, and they were married.

“Nurse Jenny told me that when Thomas Blackadder was her boyfriend (I remember Thomas very well), they planned to meet one moonlit night in the orchard at Allanbank. Of course, True Thomas was the first to arrive; and, seeing a woman in a light-colored dress at a distance, he ran forward with open arms to embrace his Jenny. But as he got closer to where the figure stood, it vanished; and soon he saw it again at the far end of the orchard, quite a distance away. Thomas went home scared, but Jenny, who arrived last and saw nothing, forgave him, and they got married.”

“Many years after this, about the year 1790, two ladies paid a visit at Allanbank—I think the house was then let—and passed a night there. They had never heard a word about the ghost; but they were disturbed the whole night with something walking backward and forward in their bed-chamber. This I had from the best authority.

“Many years later, around 1790, two ladies visited Allanbank—I believe the house was rented out at the time—and spent the night there. They had no idea about the ghost, but they were kept awake all night by something walking back and forth in their bedroom. I heard this from a reliable source."

“Sir Robert Stuart was created a baronet in the year 1687.

“Sir Robert Stuart was made a baronet in 1687.

“Lady Stapleton, grandmother of the late Lord le Despencer, told me that the night Lady Susan Fane (Lord Westmoreland’s daughter) died in London, she appeared to her father, then at Merriworth, in Kent. He was in bed, but had not fallen asleep. There was a light in the room; she came in, and sat down on a chair at the foot of the bed. He said to her, ‘Good God, Susan! how came you here? What has brought you from town?’ She made no answer; but rose directly, and went to the door, and looked back toward him very earnestly: then she retired, shutting the door behind her. The next morning he had notice of her death. This, Lord Westmoreland himself told to Lady Stapleton, who was by birth a Fane, and his near relation.”

“Lady Stapleton, the grandmother of the late Lord le Despencer, told me that on the night Lady Susan Fane (Lord Westmoreland’s daughter) died in London, she appeared to her father, who was at Merriworth in Kent. He was in bed but hadn’t fallen asleep yet. There was a light in the room; she walked in and sat down in a chair at the foot of the bed. He said to her, ‘Good God, Susan! How did you get here? What brought you from town?’ She didn’t answer but immediately got up, went to the door, and looked back at him very intently before she left, closing the door behind her. The next morning, he learned about her death. This was what Lord Westmoreland himself told to Lady Stapleton, who was a Fane by birth and a close relative.”


“A species of lace made of thread.”—Jamieson.

“A type of lace made from thread.”—Jamieson.


CHAPTER XV.

APPARITIONS SEEKING THE PRAYERS OF THE LIVING.

With regard to the appearance of ghosts, the frequency of haunted houses, presentiments, prognostics, and dreams, if we come to inquire closely, it appears to me that all parts of the world are much on an equality—only, that where people are most engaged in business or pleasure, these things are, in the first place, less thought of and less believed in, consequently less observed; and when they are observed, they are readily explained away: and in the second place—where the external life, the life of the brain, wholly prevails—either they do not happen, or they are not perceived—the rapport not existing, or the receptive faculty being obscured.

When it comes to ghosts, haunted houses, feelings of foreboding, predictions, and dreams, if we take a closer look, it seems to me that all parts of the world are fairly similar—except that where people are more focused on work or pleasure, these phenomena are less considered and believed in, which leads to them being less noticed; and when they are noticed, they're easily dismissed. Additionally, where the external life, the life of the mind, dominates—either they don’t occur, or they go unnoticed—the connection isn’t there, or the ability to perceive is clouded.

But, although the above phenomena seem to be equally well known in all countries, there is one peculiar class of apparitions of which I meet with no records but in Germany. I allude to ghosts, who, like those described in the “Seeress of Prevorst,” seek the prayers of the living. In spite of the positive assertions of Kerner, Eschenmayer, and others, that after neglecting no means to investigate the affair, they had been forced into the conviction that the spectres that frequented Frederica Hauffe were not subjective illusions, but real outstanding forms, still, as she was in the somnambulic state, many persons remain persuaded that the whole thing was delusion. It is true, that as those parties were not there, and as all those who did go to the spot came to a different conclusion, this opinion being only the result of preconceived notions or prejudices, and not of calm investigation, is of no value whatever; nevertheless, it is not to be denied that these narrations are very extraordinary; but, perplexing as they are, they by no means stand alone. I find many similar ones noticed in various works, where there has been no somnambule in question. In all cases, these unfortunate spirits appear to have been waiting for some one with whom they could establish a rapport, so as to be able to communicate with them; and this waiting has sometimes endured a century or more. Sometimes they are seen by only one person, at other times by several, with varying degrees of distinctness, appearing to one as a light, to another as a shadowy figure, and to a third as a defined human form. Other testimonies of their presence—as sounds, footsteps, lights, visible removing of solid articles without a visible agent, odors, &c.—are generally perceived by many; in short, the sounds seem audible to all who come to the spot, with the exception of the voice, which in most instances is only heard by the person with whom the rapport is chiefly established. Some cases are related, where a mark like burning is left on the articles seen to be lifted. This is an old persuasion, and has given rise to many a joke. But, upon the hypothesis I have offered, the thing is simple enough: the mark will probably be of the same nature as that left by the electrical fluid;—and it is this particular, and the lights that often accompany spirits, that have caused the notion of material flames, sulphur, brimstone, &c., to be connected with the idea of a future state. According to our views, there can be no difficulty in conceiving that a happy and blessed spirit would emit a mild radiance; while anger or malignity would necessarily alter the character of the effulgence.

But even though the phenomena mentioned above seem to be equally well-known in all countries, there is one unique type of apparition that I only find recorded in Germany. I’m referring to ghosts that, like those described in the “Seeress of Prevorst,” seek the prayers of the living. Despite the strong claims of Kerner, Eschenmayer, and others, who after exploring every avenue in their investigation became convinced that the specters frequenting Frederica Hauffe were not mere illusions but real, distinct entities, many people still believe that it was all just a delusion since she was in a somnambulistic state. It’s true that since those skeptics were not present and everyone who visited came to different conclusions—this opinion being merely the product of preconceived notions or biases, rather than calm investigation—holds little value. Nonetheless, it cannot be denied that these accounts are quite extraordinary; but, as perplexing as they are, they are not unique. I find many similar stories mentioned in various works where there was no somnambulist involved. In all cases, these troubled spirits seem to be waiting for someone with whom they can connect in order to communicate; and this waiting sometimes lasts a century or more. Sometimes, they are seen by just one person, while at other times, several people see them, with varying degrees of clarity—they might appear to one person as a light, to another as a shadowy figure, and to a third as a clear human form. Other signs of their presence—like sounds, footsteps, lights, the visible movement of solid objects without any visible cause, odors, etc.—are generally perceived by many; in short, the sounds are audible to all who visit the site, except for the voice, which in most cases is only heard by the person primarily involved in the connection. There are accounts where a burning mark is left on the objects that are seen being lifted. This is an old belief and has led to many jokes. However, under the hypothesis I’ve proposed, it is quite simple: the mark is likely similar to those left by electrical energy; and it is this feature, along with the lights that often accompany spirits, that has linked the idea of material flames, sulfur, brimstone, etc., to the concept of an afterlife. According to our understanding, there’s no difficulty imagining that a happy and blessed spirit would emit a gentle light, while anger or malice would naturally change the quality of the glow.

As whoever wishes to see a number of these cases may have recourse to my translation of the “Seeress of Prevorst,” I will here only relate one, of a very remarkable nature, that occurred in the prison of Weinsberg, in the year 1835.

As anyone who wants to see several of these cases can refer to my translation of the "Seeress of Prevorst," I will only share one here, which is quite remarkable, that happened in the Weinsberg prison in 1835.

Dr. Kerner, who has published a little volume containing a report of the circumstances, describes the place where the thing happened to be such a one as negatives at once all possibility of trick or imposture. It was in a sort of block-house or fortress—a prison within a prison—with no windows but what looked into a narrow passage, closed with several doors. It was on the second floor; the windows were high up, heavily barred with iron, and immovable without considerable mechanical force. The external prison is surrounded by a high wall, and the gates are kept closed day and night. The prisoners in different apartments are of course never allowed to communicate with each other, and the deputy-governor of the prison and his family, consisting of a wife, niece, and one maid-servant, are described as people of unimpeachable respectability and veracity. As depositions regarding this affair were laid before the magistrates, it is on them I found my narration.

Dr. Kerner, who has published a small book detailing the events, describes the location where everything took place as one that eliminates any chance of trickery or deceit. It was in a kind of block-house or fortress—a prison within a prison—with no windows except those that opened into a narrow corridor, which was secured by several doors. It was on the second floor; the windows were positioned high up, strongly barred with iron, and could only be opened with significant mechanical force. The outer prison is surrounded by a tall wall, and the gates remain locked day and night. The prisoners in various rooms are, of course, never allowed to communicate with one another, and the deputy governor of the prison and his family, which includes a wife, niece, and one maid, are described as individuals of impeccable respectability and honesty. Since statements regarding this matter were presented to the magistrates, my account is based on them.

On the 12th September, 1835, the deputy-governor or keeper of the jail, named Mayer, sent in a report to the magistrates that a woman called Elizabeth Eslinger was every night visited by a ghost, which generally came about eleven o’clock, and which left her no rest, as it said she was destined to release it, and it always invited her to follow it; and as she would not, it pressed heavily on her neck and side till it gave her pain. The persons confined with her pretended also to have seen this apparition.

On September 12, 1835, the deputy governor, or jailer, named Mayer, submitted a report to the magistrates stating that a woman named Elizabeth Eslinger was being visited every night by a ghost. This ghost would usually appear around eleven o’clock and wouldn’t let her rest, claiming that she was meant to set it free, and constantly inviting her to follow it. When she refused, it would press down on her neck and side, causing her pain. Other inmates with her also claimed to have seen this apparition.

SignedMayer.

A woman named Rosina Schahl, condemned to eight days’ confinement for abusive language, deposed, that about eleven o’clock, Eslinger began to breathe hard as if she was suffocating; she said a ghost was with her, seeking his salvation. “I did not trouble myself about it, but told her to wake me when it came again. Last night I saw a shadowy form, between four and five feet high, standing near the bed; I did not see it move. Eslinger breathed very hard, and complained of a pressure on the side. For several days she has neither ate nor drank anything.

A woman named Rosina Schahl, sentenced to eight days of confinement for using abusive language, stated that around eleven o’clock, Eslinger started breathing heavily as if she was suffocating; she claimed a ghost was with her, looking for salvation. “I didn’t pay much attention to it but told her to wake me when it returned. Last night, I saw a shadowy figure, about four to five feet tall, standing by the bed; I didn’t see it move. Eslinger was breathing very heavily and complained of pressure on her side. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything for several days.

SignedSchahl.

“COURT RESOLVES,

“COURT DECIDES,

“That Eslinger is to be visited by the prison physician, and a report made as to her mental and bodily health.

“Eslinger is scheduled to be seen by the prison doctor, who will provide a report on her mental and physical health.”

“Signed by the magistrates,
Eckhardt,
Theurer,
Knorr.”

“REPORT.

"Report."

“Having examined the prisoner, Elizabeth Eslinger, confined here since the beginning of September, I found her of sound mind, but possessed with one fixed idea, namely, that she is and has been for a considerable time troubled by an apparition, which leaves her no rest, coming chiefly by night, and requiring her prayers to release it. It visited her before she came to the prison, and was the cause of the offence that brought her here. Having now, in compliance with the orders of the supreme court, observed this woman for eleven weeks, I am led to the conclusion that there is no deception in this case, and also that the persecution is not a mere monomaniacal idea of her own, and the testimony not only of her fellow-prisoners, but that of the deputy-governor’s family, and even of persons in distant houses, confirms me in this persuasion.

“After examining the prisoner, Elizabeth Eslinger, who has been held here since the beginning of September, I found her to be of sound mind, but she is consumed by one fixed idea: that she is being troubled by an apparition that doesn't let her rest, mostly coming at night, and she believes her prayers are needed to release it. This apparition visited her before she arrived at the prison and was the reason for the offense that led to her confinement. Now, after closely observing this woman for eleven weeks, as ordered by the supreme court, I conclude that there is no deception in her case. Furthermore, the persecution she experiences is not simply a one-track mind idea of her own; the testimonies of her fellow prisoners, the deputy-governor’s family, and even people in distant houses confirm my belief in this.”

“Eslinger is a widow, aged thirty-eight years, and declares that she never had any sickness whatever, neither is she aware of any at present; but she has always been a ghost-seer, though never till lately had any communication with them; that now, for eleven weeks that she has been in the prison, she is nightly disturbed by an apparition, that had previously visited her in her own house, and which had been once seen also by a girl of fourteen—a statement which this girl confirms. When at home, the apparition did not appear in a defined human form, but as a pillar of cloud, out of which proceeded a hollow voice, signifying to her that she was to release it, by her prayers, from the cellar of a woman in Wimmenthal, named Singhaasin, whither it was banished, or whence it could not free itself. She (Eslinger) says that she did not then venture to speak to it, not knowing whether to address it as Sie, Ihr, or Du (that is, whether she should address it in the second or third person)—which custom among the Germans has rendered a very important point of etiquette. It is to be remembered that this woman was a peasant, without education, who had been brought into trouble by treasure-seeking, a pursuit in which she hoped to be assisted by this spirit. This digging for buried treasure is a strong passion in Germany.

“Eslinger is a thirty-eight-year-old widow, and she claims that she has never been sick at all, nor is she currently aware of any illness; however, she has always been able to see ghosts, although she hadn't communicated with them until recently. For the past eleven weeks, ever since she has been in prison, she has been visited nightly by an apparition that had previously appeared to her in her own home and was also once seen by a fourteen-year-old girl—a statement that this girl confirms. When at home, the apparition didn’t show up in a distinct human form but as a pillar of cloud, from which a hollow voice emerged, telling her that she needed to release it, through her prayers, from the cellar of a woman in Wimmenthal named Singhaasin, where it was trapped and unable to free itself. She (Eslinger) says she didn’t dare to speak to it at that time, not knowing whether to address it as Sie, Your, or Du (that is, whether to use the formal or informal second or third person)—which is a significant point of etiquette in German culture. It’s important to note that this woman was a peasant with no education, who found herself in trouble because of treasure-hunting, a pursuit she hoped this spirit would help her with. This obsession with digging for buried treasure is very common in Germany.”

“The ghost now comes in a perfect human shape, and is dressed in a loose robe, with a girdle, and has on its head a four-cornered cap. It has a projecting chin and forehead, fiery, deep-set eyes, a long beard, and high cheek-bones, which look as if they were covered with parchment. A light radiates about and above his head, and in the midst of this light she sees the outlines of the spectre.

“The ghost now appears in a perfect human form, dressed in a loose robe with a belt, and wearing a four-cornered cap on its head. It has a jutting chin and forehead, fiery, deep-set eyes, a long beard, and high cheekbones that look almost like they’re made of parchment. A light shines around and above its head, and in the middle of this light, she can see the outlines of the specter.”

“Both she and her fellow-prisoners declare, that this apparition comes several times in a night, but always between the evening and morning bell. He often comes through the closed door or window, but they can then see neither door nor window, nor iron bars; they often hear the closing of the door, and can see into the passage when he comes in or out that way, so that if a piece of wood lies there they see it. They hear a shuffling in the passage as he comes and goes. He most frequently enters by the window, and they then hear a peculiar sound there. He comes in quite erect. Although their cell is entirely closed, they feel a cool wind[5] when he is near them. All sorts of noises are heard, particularly a crackling. When he is angry, or in great trouble, they perceive a strange mouldering, earthy smell. He often pulls away the coverlet, and sits on the edge of the bed. At first the touch of his hand was icy cold, since he became brighter it is warmer; she first saw the brightness of his finger-ends; it afterward spread further. If she stretches out her hand she can not feel him, but when he touches her she feels it. He sometimes takes her hands and lays them together, to make her pray. His sighs and groans are like a person in despair; they are heard by others as well as Eslinger. While he is making these sounds, she is often praying aloud, or talking to her companions, so they are sure it is not she who makes them. She does not see his mouth move when he speaks. The voice is hollow and gasping. He comes to her for prayers, and he seems to her like one in a mortal sickness, who seeks comfort in the prayers of others. He says he was a catholic priest in Wimmenthal, and lived in the year 1414.”

“Both she and her fellow prisoners say that this apparition shows up several times during the night, but always between the evening and morning bells. He often comes through the closed door or window, but they can’t see either the door or window, nor any iron bars; they frequently hear the door close and can see into the hallway when he comes in or out that way, so if there’s a piece of wood lying there, they see it. They hear a shuffling in the hallway as he comes and goes. He usually enters through the window, and they hear a strange sound when he does. He comes in standing tall. Even though their cell is completely closed, they feel a cool breeze[5] when he’s near them. All kinds of noises can be heard, especially a crackling sound. When he’s angry or in deep trouble, they notice a strange, musty, earthy smell. He often pulls the blanket off and sits on the edge of the bed. At first, his touch was icy cold, but as he became brighter, it felt warmer; she first noticed the brightness at his fingertips, which then spread further. When she reaches out her hand, she can’t feel him, but when he touches her, she does. Sometimes he takes her hands and puts them together, urging her to pray. His sighs and groans are like those of a person in despair; others hear them as well as Eslinger does. While he’s making these sounds, she is often praying out loud or talking to her companions, so they’re sure it’s not her making those noises. She doesn’t see his mouth move when he speaks. His voice is hollow and gasping. He comes to her for prayers, and he seems to her like someone who is gravely ill, seeking comfort in the prayers of others. He says he was a Catholic priest in Wimmenthal and lived in the year 1414.”

(Wimmenthal is still catholic; the woman Eslinger herself is a Lutheran, and belongs to Backnang.)

(Wimmenthal is still Catholic; the woman Eslinger herself is a Lutheran and belongs to Backnang.)

“He says, that among other crimes, a fraud committed conjointly with his father, on his brothers, presses sorely on him; he can not get quit of it; it obstructs him. He always entreated her to go with him to Wimmenthal, whither he was banished, or consigned, and pray there for him.

“He says that, among other crimes, a fraud he committed with his father against his brothers weighs heavily on him; he can't shake it off; it’s holding him back. He always asked her to go with him to Wimmenthal, where he was exiled, and pray there for him.

“She says she can not tell whether what he says is true; and does not deny that she thought to find treasures by his aid. She has often told him that the prayers of a sinner, like herself, can not help him, and that he should seek the Redeemer; but he will not forbear his entreaties. When she says these things, he is sad, and presses nearer to her, and lays his head so close that she is obliged to pray into his mouth. He seems hungry for prayers. She has often felt his tears on her cheek and neck; they felt icy cold; but the spot soon after burns, and they have a bluish red mark. (These marks are visible on her skin.)

“She says she can’t tell if what he says is true and doesn’t deny that she hoped to find treasures with his help. She’s often told him that the prayers of a sinner like her can’t help him and that he should seek the Redeemer, but he won’t stop begging. When she says these things, he looks sad, moves closer to her, and lays his head so near that she has to pray into his mouth. He seems eager for prayers. She has often felt his tears on her cheek and neck; they felt icy cold, but the spot soon after burns, leaving a bluish red mark. (These marks are visible on her skin.)

“One night this apparition brought with him a large dog, which leaped on the beds, and was seen by her fellow-prisoners also, who were much terrified, and screamed. The ghost, however, spoke, and said, ‘Fear not; this is my father.’ He had since brought the dog with him again, which alarmed them dreadfully, and made them quite ill.

“One night, this ghost showed up with a large dog that jumped on the beds and was also seen by her fellow prisoners, who were very scared and screamed. The ghost, however, spoke and said, ‘Don’t be afraid; this is my father.’ He had brought the dog with him again another time, which terrified them terribly and made them quite sick.”

“Both Mayer and the prisoners asserted, that Eslinger was scarcely seen to sleep, either by night or day, for ten weeks. She ate very little, prayed continually, and appeared very much wasted and exhausted. She said she saw the spectre alike, whether her eyes were opened or closed, which showed that it was a magnetic perception, and not seeing by her bodily organs. It is remarkable that a cat belonging to the jail, being shut up in this room, was so frightened when the apparition came, that it tried to make its escape by flying against the walls; and finding this impossible, it crept under the coverlet of the bed, in extreme terror. The experiment was made again, with the same result; and after this second time the animal refused all nourishment, wasted away, and died.

“Both Mayer and the prisoners claimed that Eslinger hardly slept at all, day or night, for ten weeks. She ate very little, prayed constantly, and looked extremely frail and worn out. She mentioned that she saw the ghost regardless of whether her eyes were open or closed, which indicated that it was a magnetic perception, rather than something her physical eyes were witnessing. It's noteworthy that a cat belonging to the jail, confined in this room, was so terrified by the apparition that it tried to escape by crashing against the walls; when that failed, it crawled under the bed covers in sheer fear. The test was repeated with the same outcome, and after this second time, the animal refused to eat, became emaciated, and ultimately died.”

“In order to satisfy myself,” says Dr. Kerner, “of the truth of these depositions, I went to the prison on the night of the 15th of October, and shut myself up without light in Eslinger’s cell. About half-past eleven I heard a sound as of some hard body being flung down, but not on the side where the woman was, but the opposite; she immediately began to breathe hard, and told me the spectre was there. I laid my hand on her head, and adjured it as an evil spirit to depart. I had scarcely spoken the words when there was a strange rattling, crackling noise, all round the walls, which finally seemed to go out through the window; and the woman said that the spectre had departed.

“To satisfy myself,” Dr. Kerner says, “about the truth of these statements, I went to the prison on the night of October 15th and locked myself in Eslinger’s cell without any light. Around 11:30, I heard a sound like something heavy being thrown down, but not on the side where the woman was—on the opposite side. She quickly started to breathe heavily and told me the ghost was there. I put my hand on her head and commanded it as an evil spirit to leave. I had barely finished speaking when I heard a strange rattling, crackling noise all around the walls, which eventually seemed to go out through the window; and the woman said the ghost had left.”

“On the following night it told her that it was grieved at being addressed as an evil spirit, which it was not, but one that deserved pity; and that what it wanted was prayers and redemption.

“On the next night, it told her that it was upset at being called an evil spirit, which it wasn’t, but one that deserved compassion; and that what it wanted was prayers and redemption."

“On the 18th of October, I went to the cell again, between ten and eleven, taking with me my wife, and the wife of the keeper, Madame Mayer. When the woman’s breathing showed me the spectre was there, I laid my hand on her, and adjured it, in gentle terms, not to trouble her further. The same sort of sound as before commenced, but it was softer, and this time continued all along the passage, where there was certainly nobody. We all heard it.

“On October 18th, I went back to the cell again, between ten and eleven, bringing my wife and the keeper’s wife, Madame Mayer, with me. When I noticed the woman's breathing indicated the specter was present, I placed my hand on her and calmly urged it not to disturb her any longer. The same kind of sound as before started up, but it was softer, and this time it continued all the way down the hallway, where there was definitely no one. We all heard it.”

“On the night of the 20th I went again, with Justice Heyd. We both heard sounds when the spectre came, and the woman could not conceive why we did not see it. We could not; but we distinctly felt a cool wind blowing upon us when, according to her account, it was near, although there was no aperture by which air could enter.”

“On the night of the 20th, I went again with Justice Heyd. We both heard sounds when the ghost appeared, and the woman couldn’t understand why we didn’t see it. We didn’t; but we clearly felt a cool breeze blowing on us when, according to her, it was close by, even though there was no opening for air to come through.”

On each of these occasions Dr. Kerner seems to have remained about a couple of hours.

On each of these occasions, Dr. Kerner appears to have stayed for about a couple of hours.

Madame Mayer now resolved to pass a night in the cell, for the purpose of observation; and she took her niece, a girl aged nineteen, with her: her report is as follows:—

Madame Mayer decided to spend a night in the cell to observe the situation, and she brought her nineteen-year-old niece along with her. Her report is as follows:—

“It was a rainy night, and, in the prison, pitch dark. My niece slept sometimes; I remained awake all night, and mostly sitting up in bed.

“It was a rainy night, and in the prison, it was pitch dark. My niece slept at times; I stayed awake all night, mostly sitting up in bed.

“About midnight I saw a light come in at the window; it was a yellowish light, and moved slowly; and though we were closely shut in, I felt a cool wind blowing on me. I said to the woman, ‘The ghost is here, is he not?’ She said ‘Yes,’ and continued to pray, as she had been doing before. The cool wind and the light now approached me; my coverlet was quite light, and I could see my hands and arms; and at the same time I perceived an indescribable odor of putrefaction; my face felt as if ants were running over it. (Most of the prisoners described themselves as feeling the same sensation when the spectre was there.) Then the light moved about, and went up and down the room; and on the door of the cell I saw a number of little glimmering stars, such as I had never before seen. Presently, I and my niece heard a voice which I can compare to nothing I ever heard before. It was not like a human voice. The words and sighs sounded as if they were drawn up out of a deep hollow, and appeared to ascend from the floor to the roof in a column; while this voice spoke, the woman was praying aloud: so I was sure it did not proceed from her. No one could produce such a sound. They were strange, superhuman sighs and entreaties for prayers and redemption.

“About midnight, I saw a light come in at the window; it was a yellowish light that moved slowly. Even though we were tightly shut in, I felt a cool breeze blowing on me. I asked the woman, ‘The ghost is here, right?’ She replied, ‘Yes,’ and continued to pray as she had been before. The cool breeze and the light now approached me; my cover was quite light, and I could see my hands and arms. At the same time, I noticed an indescribable smell of decay; my face felt like ants were crawling over it. (Most of the prisoners reported feeling the same sensation when the specter was present.) Then the light moved around, going up and down the room; on the door of the cell, I saw a number of little twinkling stars that I had never seen before. Soon, my niece and I heard a voice that I can't compare to anything I've ever heard. It wasn't like a human voice. The words and sighs sounded as if they were being pulled up from a deep hollow and appeared to rise from the floor to the ceiling in a column; while this voice spoke, the woman was praying aloud, so I was sure it didn’t come from her. No one could make such a sound. They were strange, superhuman sighs and pleas for prayers and redemption."

“It is very extraordinary that, whenever the ghost spoke, I always felt it beforehand. [Proving that the spirit had been able to establish a rapport with this person. She was in a magnetic relation to him.] We heard a crackling in the room also. I was perfectly awake, and in possession of my senses; and we are ready to make oath to having seen and heard these things.”

“It’s really unusual that every time the ghost talked, I always saw it coming. [This showed that the spirit had been able to connect with this person. She had a strong connection to him.] We also heard a crackling sound in the room. I was completely awake and fully aware; and we are prepared to swear that we saw and heard these things.”

On the 9th of December, Madame Mayer spent the night again in the cell, with her niece and her maid-servant; and her report is as follows:—

On December 9th, Madame Mayer spent the night again in the cell, with her niece and her maid; and her report is as follows:—

“It was moonlight, and I sat up in bed all night, watching Eslinger. Suddenly I saw a white shadowy form, like a small animal, cross the room. I asked her what it was; and she answered, ‘Don’t you see it’s a lamb? It often comes with the apparition.’ We then saw a stool, that was near us, lifted and set down again on its legs. She was in bed, and praying the whole time. Presently, there was such a noise at the window that I thought all the panes were broken. She told us it was the ghost, and that he was sitting on the stool. We then heard a walking and shuffling up and down, although I could not see him; but presently I felt a cool wind blowing on me, and out of this wind the same hollow voice I had heard before, said, ‘In the name of Jesus, look on me!’

“It was moonlight, and I sat up in bed all night, watching Eslinger. Suddenly, I saw a white shadowy shape, like a small animal, cross the room. I asked her what it was, and she replied, ‘Can’t you see it’s a lamb? It often comes with the apparition.’ Then we saw a stool near us lift and be set down again on its legs. She was in bed, praying the whole time. Soon, there was such a noise at the window that I thought all the panes would shatter. She told us it was the ghost and that he was sitting on the stool. We then heard footsteps shuffling back and forth, even though I couldn't see him; but soon I felt a cool breeze on me, and from that wind, the same hollow voice I had heard before said, ‘In the name of Jesus, look on me!’”

“Before this, the moon was gone, and it was quite dark; but when the voice spoke to me, I saw a light around us, though still no form. Then there was a sound of walking toward the opposite window, and I heard the voice say, ‘Do you see me now?’ And then, for the first time, I saw a shadowy form, stretching up as if to make itself visible to us, but could distinguish no features.

“Before this, the moon was gone, and it was really dark; but when the voice spoke to me, I saw a light around us, even though there was still no shape. Then I heard footsteps coming toward the opposite window, and the voice asked, ‘Do you see me now?’ For the first time, I saw a shadowy figure stretching up as if to show itself to us, but I couldn’t make out any features.”

“During the rest of the night, I saw it repeatedly, sometimes sitting on the stool, and at others moving about; and I am perfectly certain that there was no moonlight now, nor any other light from without. How I saw it, I can not tell; it is a thing not to be described.

“Throughout the night, I saw it over and over again, sometimes sitting on the stool and other times moving around; and I'm completely sure that there was no moonlight or any other light coming from outside. I can't explain how I saw it; it's something that's hard to describe.”

“Eslinger prayed the whole time, and the more earnestly she did so, the closer the spectre went to her. It sometimes sat upon her bed.

“Eslinger prayed the entire time, and the more sincerely she did, the closer the ghost came to her. It sometimes sat on her bed.

“About five o’clock, when he came near to me, and I felt the cool air, I said, ‘Go to my husband, in his chamber, and leave a sign that you have been there!’ He answered distinctly, ‘Yes.’ Then we heard the door, which was fast locked, open and shut; and we saw the shadow float out (for he floated rather than walked), and we heard the shuffling along the passage.

“About five o’clock, when he got close to me and I felt the cool air, I said, ‘Go to my husband in his room and leave a sign that you’ve been there!’ He replied clearly, ‘Yes.’ Then we heard the door, which was securely locked, open and close; and we saw the shadow glide out (since he glided more than walked), and we heard the shuffling down the hallway.

“In a quarter of an hour we saw him return, entering by the window; and I asked him if he had been with my husband, and what he had done. He answered by a sound like a short, low, hollow laugh. Then he hovered about without any noise, and we heard him speaking to Eslinger, while she still prayed aloud. Still, as before, I always knew when he was going to speak. After six o’clock, we saw him no more. In the morning, my husband mentioned, with great surprise, that his chamber door, which he was sure he had fast bolted and locked, even taking out the key when he went to bed, he had found wide open.”

“In fifteen minutes, we saw him come back, entering through the window. I asked if he had been with my husband and what he had done. He responded with a sound that resembled a short, low, hollow laugh. Then he moved around silently, and we heard him talking to Eslinger while she continued to pray out loud. Yet, just like before, I could always tell when he was about to speak. After six o'clock, we didn’t see him anymore. The next morning, my husband remarked, quite surprised, that his chamber door, which he was certain he had locked tight and even removed the key from before going to bed, was found wide open.”

On the 24th, Madame Mayer passed the night there again; but on this occasion she only saw a white shadow coming and going, and standing by the woman, who prayed unceasingly. She also heard the shuffling.

On the 24th, Madame Mayer spent the night there again; but this time she only caught sight of a white shadow moving back and forth and standing by the woman, who kept praying nonstop. She also heard the shuffling.

Between prisoners and the persons in authority who went to observe, the number of those who testify to this phenomenon is considerable; and, although the amount of what was perceived varied according to the receptivity of the subject in each case, the evidence of all is perfectly coincident as to the character of the phenomena. Some saw only the light; others distinguished the form in the midst of it; all heard the sound, and perceived the mouldering earthy smell.

Between the prisoners and the officials who came to observe, many people reported this phenomenon; and although the extent of what was observed varied based on the individual's sensitivity in each case, everyone agreed on the nature of the phenomena. Some only saw the light; others recognized a shape within it; everyone heard the sound and noticed the decaying earthy smell.

That the receptivity of the women was greater than that of the men, after what I have elsewhere said, should excite no surprise; the preponderance of the sympathetic system in them being sufficient to account for the difference.

That the women were more receptive than the men, as I've mentioned before, should come as no surprise; their sympathetic system being stronger is enough to explain the difference.

Frederica Follen, from Lowenstein, who was eight weeks in the same cell with Eslinger, was witness to all the phenomena, though she only once arrived at seeing the spectre in its perfect human form, as the latter saw it; but it frequently spoke to her, bidding her amend her life, and remember that it was one who had tasted of death that give her this counsel. This circumstance had a great effect upon her.

Frederica Follen, from Lowenstein, spent eight weeks in the same cell as Eslinger and witnessed everything that happened. She only saw the specter in its complete human form once, just like Eslinger did; however, it often spoke to her, urging her to change her ways and remember that it was someone who had experienced death giving her this advice. This had a significant impact on her.

When any of them swore, the apparition always evinced much displeasure, grasped them by the throat, and forced them to pray. Frequently, when he came or went, they said it sounded like a flight of pigeons.

When any of them swore, the ghost always showed a lot of anger, grabbed them by the throat, and made them pray. Often, when he arrived or left, they said it sounded like a flock of pigeons.

Catherine Sinn, from Mayenfels, was confined in an adjoining room for a fortnight. After her release, she was interrogated by the minister of her parish, and deposed that she had known nothing of Eslinger, or the spectre; “but every night, being quite alone, I heard a rustling and a noise at the window, which looked only into the passage. I felt and heard, though I could not see anybody, that some one was moving about the room; these sounds were accompanied by a cool wind, though the place was closely shut up. I heard also a crackling, and a shuffling, and a sound as if gravel were thrown; but could find none in the morning. Once it seemed to me that a hand was laid softly on my forehead. I did not like staying alone, on account of these things, and begged to be put into a room with others; so I was placed with Eslingen and Follen. The same things continued here, and they told me about the ghost; but not being alone, I was not so frightened. I often heard him speak; it was hollow and slow, not like a human voice; but I could seldom catch the words. When he left the prison, which was generally about five in the morning, he used to say, ‘Pray!’ and when he did so, he would add, ‘God reward you!’ I never saw him distinctly till the last morning I was there; then I saw a white shadow standing by Eslinger’s bed.

Catherine Sinn, from Mayenfels, was kept in a nearby room for two weeks. After she was let go, she was questioned by her parish minister and stated that she had no knowledge of Eslinger or the ghost; “but every night, being completely alone, I heard rustling and a noise at the window, which only faced the hallway. I felt and heard, even though I couldn’t see anyone, that someone was moving around the room; these noises were accompanied by a chill breeze, even though the place was tightly shut. I also heard crackling, shuffling, and a sound like gravel being thrown; but I couldn’t find any in the morning. Once, it felt like a hand was gently laid on my forehead. I didn’t like being alone because of these occurrences and asked to be moved into a room with others; so I was placed with Eslingen and Follen. The same experiences continued here, and they told me about the ghost; but not being alone, I wasn't as scared. I often heard him speak; it was hollow and slow, unlike a human voice; but I could hardly catch the words. When he left the prison, which was usually around five in the morning, he would say, ‘Pray!’ and when he did, he’d add, ‘God reward you!’ I never saw him clearly until the last morning I was there; then I saw a white shadow standing by Eslinger’s bed.

Signed,

Signed,

Catherine Sinn.

Catherine Sinn.

Minister Binder, Mayenfels.”

“Minister Binder, Mayenfels.”

It would be tedious, were I to copy the depositions of all the prisoners, the experience of most of them being similar to the above. I will therefore content myself with giving an abstract of the most remarkable particulars.

It would be boring to copy the statements of all the prisoners, since most of their experiences are similar to the ones mentioned above. So, I’ll just provide a summary of the most notable details.

Besides the crackling, rustling as of paper, walking, shuffling, concussions of the windows and of their beds, &c., &c., they heard sometimes a fearful cry, and not unfrequently the bed-coverings were pulled from them; it appearing to be the object of the spirit to manifest himself thus to those to whom he could not make himself visible; and as I find this pulling off the bed-clothes, and heaving up the bed as if some one were under it, repeated in a variety of cases, foreign and English, I conclude the motive to be the same. Several of the women heard him speak.

Besides the crackling and rustling like paper, the sounds of walking, shuffling, the banging of windows and beds, etc., they occasionally heard a terrifying cry. Often, the bed covers were yanked away from them. It seemed like the spirit was trying to show himself to those he couldn't make visible to. Since I find this pulling of the covers and lifting of the bed as if someone were underneath it happening in various cases, both foreign and English, I conclude that the motivation is the same. Several of the women heard him speak.

All these depositions are contained in Dr. Kerner’s report to the magistrates; and he concludes by saying, that there can be no doubt of the fact of the woman Elizabeth Eslinger suffering these annoyances, by whatever name people may choose to call them.

All these statements are included in Dr. Kerner’s report to the magistrates, and he wraps up by saying that there is no doubt that the woman Elizabeth Eslinger experienced these disturbances, regardless of what people might want to call them.

Among the most remarkable phenomena, is the real or apparent opening of the door, so that they could see what was in the passage. Eslinger said that the spirit was often surrounded by a light, and his eyes looked fiery; and there sometimes came with him two lambs, which occasionally appeared as stars. He often took hold of Eslinger, and made her sit up, put her hands together, that she might pray; and once he appeared to take a pen and paper from under his gown, and wrote, laying it on her coverled.

Among the most remarkable phenomena is the real or seeming opening of the door, allowing them to see into the passage. Eslinger mentioned that the spirit was often surrounded by a light, and his eyes looked fiery; sometimes, two lambs accompanied him, which occasionally appeared as stars. He often took hold of Eslinger, making her sit up and put her hands together so she could pray; and once, he seemed to take a pen and paper from under his gown and wrote, laying it on her blanket.

It is extremely curious that, on two occasions, Eslinger saw Dr. Kerner and Justice Heyd enter with the ghost, when they were not there in the body, and both times Heyd was enveloped in a black cloud. The ghost, on being asked, told Eslinger that the cloud indicated that trouble was impending. A few days afterward his child died very unexpectedly, and Dr. Kerner now remembered, that the first time Eslinger said she had seen Heyd in this way, his father had died directly afterward. Kerner attended both patients, and was thus associated in the symbol. Follen also saw these two images, and spoke, believing the one to be Dr. Kerner himself.

It’s really strange that, on two occasions, Eslinger saw Dr. Kerner and Justice Heyd come in with the ghost, even though they weren’t physically there, and both times Heyd was surrounded by a black cloud. When asked, the ghost told Eslinger that the cloud meant trouble was coming. A few days later, his child died very unexpectedly, and Dr. Kerner now remembered that the first time Eslinger said she had seen Heyd like this, his father had died right afterward. Kerner treated both patients, which tied him to the symbol. Follen also saw these two figures and spoke, thinking one of them was Dr. Kerner himself.

On other occasions she saw strangers come in with the ghost, whom afterward, when they really came in the body, she recognised. This seems to have been a sort of second sight.

On other occasions, she saw strangers come in with the ghost, whom later, when they actually appeared in person, she recognized. This seemed to be a kind of second sight.

Dr. K. says, I think justly enough, that if Eslinger had been feigning, she never would have ventured on what seemed so improbable.

Dr. K. says, I think quite rightly, that if Eslinger had been pretending, she would never have taken the risk on something that seemed so unlikely.

Some of the women, after the spectre had visibly leaned over them, or had spoken into their ears, were so affected by the odor he diffused that they vomited, and could not eat till they had taken an emetic; and those parts of their persons that he touched became painful and swollen, an effect I find produced in numerous other instances.

Some of the women, after the ghost had clearly leaned over them or had spoken in their ears, were so affected by the smell he gave off that they vomited and couldn't eat until they took something to make them throw up; and the areas of their bodies that he touched became painful and swollen, an effect I've found happens in many other cases.

The following particulars are worth observing, in the evidence of a girl sixteen years of age, called Margaret Laibesberg, who was confined for ten days for plucking some grapes in a vineyard. She says she knew nothing about the spectre, but that she was greatly alarmed the first night at hearing the door burst open and something come shuffling in. Eslinger bade her not fear, and said that it would not injure her. The girl, however, being greatly terrified every night, and hiding her head under the bed-clothes, on the fourth Eslinger got out of her own bed, and, coming to her, said: “Do, in the name of God, look at him! He will do you no harm, I assure you.”—“Then,” says the girl, “I looked out from under the clothes, and I saw two white forms, like two lambs—so beautiful that I could have looked at them for ever. Between them stood a white, shadowy form, as tall as a man, but I was not able to look longer, for my eyes failed me.” The terrors of this girl were so great, that Eslinger had repeatedly occasion to get out of bed and fetch her to lie with herself. When she could be induced to look, she always saw the figure, and he bade her also pray for him. Whenever he touched her, which he did on the forehead and eyes, she felt pain, but says nothing of any subsequent swelling. Both this girl and another, called Neidhardt, who was brought in on the last day of Margaret L⁠——’s imprisonment, testified that on the previous night they had heard Eslinger ask the ghost why he looked so angry; and that they had heard him answer that it was “because she had on the preceding night neglected to pray for him as much as usual,” which neglect arose from two gentlemen having passed the night in the cell.

The following details are noteworthy in the testimony of a sixteen-year-old girl named Margaret Laibesberg, who was locked away for ten days for picking grapes in a vineyard. She states that she knew nothing about the ghost but was very scared the first night when she heard the door burst open and something shuffling in. Eslinger told her not to be afraid and said it wouldn’t harm her. However, the girl was so terrified every night that she hid her head under the covers. On the fourth night, Eslinger got out of her own bed and went to her, saying, “Please, for the love of God, look at him! He won’t hurt you, I promise.” The girl then said, “I peeked out from under the covers and saw two white forms, like two lambs — so beautiful that I could have stared at them forever. In between them stood a white, shadowy figure, as tall as a man, but I couldn’t look any longer because my eyes failed me.” This girl was so terrified that Eslinger often had to get out of bed and bring her to lie with her. When she could be encouraged to look, she always saw the figure, who told her to pray for him too. Whenever he touched her, which he did on her forehead and eyes, she felt pain, but she didn’t mention any swelling afterwards. Both this girl and another named Neidhardt, who was brought in on the last day of Margaret’s imprisonment, testified that the night before, they heard Eslinger ask the ghost why it looked so angry, and they heard it reply that it was “because she had neglected to pray for him as much as usual the night before,” which was due to two gentlemen having spent the night in the cell.

When on the tenth day the girl Margaret L⁠—— was released, she said that there was something so awful to her in this apparition, that she had firmly resolved and vowed to be pious and lead henceforth a virtuous life.

When the girl Margaret L⁠—— was released on the tenth day, she said that there was something so horrifying about this vision that she had made a strong commitment and vowed to be devout and live a virtuous life from then on.

Some of them seem to have felt little alarm; Maria Bar, aged forty-one, said: “I was not afraid, for I have a good conscience.” The offences for which these women were confined appear to have been very slight ones, such as quarrelling, &c.

Some of them seemed to be hardly worried; Maria Bar, who is forty-one, said: “I wasn’t afraid, because I have a clear conscience.” The reasons these women were locked up seem to be pretty minor, like arguing, etc.

In a room that opened into the same passage, men were shut up for disputing with the police, neglect of regulations, and similar misdemeanors. These persons not only heard the noises as above described, such as the walking, shuffling, opening and shutting the door, &c., &c., but some of them saw the ghost. Christian Bauer deposed that he had never heard anything about the ghost, but that, being disturbed by a knocking and rustling toward three o’clock on the second morning of his incarceration, he looked up and saw a white figure bending over him, and heard a strange hollow voice say: “You must needs have patience!” He said he thought it must be his grandfather, at which Stricker, his companion, laughed. Stricker deposed that he heard a hollow voice say: “You must needs have patience;” and that Bauer told him that there was a white apparition near him, and that he supposed it was his grandfather. Bauer said that he was frightened the first night, but got used to it and did not mind.

In a room that led into the same hallway, men were locked up for arguing with the police, breaking rules, and other minor offenses. These individuals not only heard the sounds described earlier, like footsteps, shuffling, and the door opening and closing, but some of them saw the ghost. Christian Bauer testified that he had never heard anything about the ghost, but while being disturbed by a knocking and rustling around three o’clock on the second morning of his confinement, he looked up and saw a white figure leaning over him, and heard a strange hollow voice say, “You must have patience!” He thought it might be his grandfather, which made Stricker, his roommate, laugh. Stricker testified that he heard a hollow voice say, “You must have patience,” and that Bauer told him there was a white apparition nearby, which he assumed was his grandfather. Bauer mentioned that he was scared the first night, but got used to it and didn't mind after that.

It is worthy of observation, that when they heard the door of the women’s room open, they also heard the voice of Eslinger praying, which seems as if the door not only appeared to open, but actually did so. We have already seen that this spirit could open doors. In the “Seeress of Prevorst,” the doors were constantly audibly and visibly opened, as by an unseen hand, when she saw a spectre enter; and I know to an absolute certainty that the same phenomenon takes place in a house not far from where I am writing; and this, sometimes, when there are two people sleeping in the room—a lady and gentleman. The door having been fast locked when they went to bed, the room thoroughly examined, and every precaution taken—for they are unwilling to believe in the spiritual character of the disturbances that annoy them—they are aroused by a consciousness that it is opening, and they do find it open, on rising to investigate the fact.

It’s interesting to note that when they heard the door to the women’s room open, they also heard Eslinger’s voice praying, making it seem as if the door didn’t just appear to open, but actually did. We’ve already established that this spirit could open doors. In the “Seeress of Prevorst,” the doors were constantly opening loudly and obviously as if by an unseen hand whenever she saw a ghost enter; and I am absolutely certain that the same phenomenon occurs in a house not far from where I’m writing; and this happens sometimes when there are two people sleeping in the room—a lady and a gentleman. The door had been securely locked when they went to bed, the room thoroughly checked, and every precaution taken—since they refuse to believe in the spiritual nature of the disturbances that trouble them—they are awakened by the feeling that it’s opening, and they do find it open when they get up to check.

One of the most remarkable proofs, either of the force of volition or of the electrical powers of the apparition that haunted Eslinger, or else of his power to imitate sounds, was the real, or apparent, violent shaking of the heavy, iron-barred window, which it is asserted the united efforts of six men could not shake at all when they made the experiment.

One of the most astonishing pieces of evidence, whether it’s about the strength of willpower, the electrical abilities of the ghost that haunted Eslinger, or his talent for mimicking sounds, was the real or seemingly violent shaking of the heavy, iron-barred window, which supposedly couldn’t be budged at all by the combined efforts of six men during their experiment.

The supreme court having satisfied itself that there was no imposture in this case, it was proposed that some men of science should be invited to investigate the strange phenomenon, and endeavor if possible to explain it. Accordingly, not only Dr. Kerner himself and his son, but many others, passed nights in the prison for this purpose. Among these, besides some ministers of the Lutheran church, there was an engraver called Duttenhofer; Wagner, an artist; Kapff, professor of mathematics at Heilbroun; Frass, a barrister; Doctors Seyffer and Sicherer, physicians; Heyd, a magistrate; Baron von Hugel, &c., &c.: but their perquisitions elicited no more than has been already narrated—all heard the noises, most of them saw the lights, and some saw the figure. Duttenhofer and Kapff saw it without a defined outline; it was itself bright, but did not illuminate the room. Some of the sounds appeared to them like the discharging of a Leyden jar. There was also a throwing of gravel, and a heavy dropping of water, but neither to be found. Professor Kapff says that he was quite cool and self-possessed, till there was such a violent concussion of the heavy, barred window, that he thought it must have come in; then both he and Duttenhofer felt horror-struck.

The Supreme Court, having assured itself that there was no deception in this case, suggested that a group of scientists be invited to investigate the strange phenomenon and try to explain it. As a result, not only Dr. Kerner and his son, but many others spent nights in the prison for this purpose. Among them, in addition to some ministers of the Lutheran church, were an engraver named Duttenhofer; an artist named Wagner; Kapff, a professor of mathematics at Heilbroun; Frass, a lawyer; Doctors Seyffer and Sicherer, both physicians; Heyd, a magistrate; Baron von Hugel, etc., etc. However, their investigations revealed no more than what has already been described—everyone heard the noises, most of them saw the lights, and some saw the figure. Duttenhofer and Kapff saw it without a clear outline; it was bright but did not light up the room. Some of the sounds resembled the discharge of a Leyden jar to them. There was also the sound of gravel being thrown and the heavy dropping of water, but neither could be found. Professor Kapff stated that he remained quite calm until a violent bang shook the heavy barred window, making him think it might break in; then both he and Duttenhofer felt a wave of horror.

As they could not see the light emitted by the spectre when the room was otherwise lighted, they were in the dark; but they took every care to ascertain that Eslinger was in her bed while these things were going on. She prayed aloud the whole time, unless when speaking to them. By the morning, she used to be dreadfully exhausted, from this continual exertion.

As they couldn't see the light coming from the ghost when the room was otherwise lit, they were left in the dark; however, they made sure that Eslinger was in her bed while all of this was happening. She prayed out loud the entire time, except when she was talking to them. By morning, she would be utterly exhausted from this constant effort.

It is also mentioned that the straw on which she lay was frequently changed and examined, and every means taken to ascertain that there was nothing whatever in her possession that could enable her to perform any sort of jugglery. Her fellow-prisoners were also invited to tell all they knew or could discover; and a remission of their sentences promised to those who would make known the imposition, if there was one.

It’s also mentioned that the straw she lay on was often changed and checked, and every effort was made to ensure there was nothing in her possession that could help her do any tricks. Her fellow prisoners were also encouraged to share everything they knew or could find out; a reduction of their sentences was promised to those who could reveal any deceit, if there was any.

Dr. Sicherer, who was accompanied by Mr. Frass, says that, having heard of these phenomena, which he thought the more unaccountable from the circumstances of the woman’s age and condition, &c.—she being a healthy, hard-working person, aged thirty-eight, who had never known sickness—he was very desirous of inquiring personally into the affair.

Dr. Sicherer, accompanied by Mr. Frass, says that, after hearing about these phenomena, which he found even more puzzling given the woman's age and situation—she was a healthy, hard-working person, thirty-eight years old, who had never been sick—he was very eager to investigate the matter personally.

While they were in the court of the prison, waiting for admittance, they heard extraordinary noises, which could not be accounted for, and during the night there was a repetition of those above described—especially the apparent throwing of gravel, or peas, which seemed to fall so near him that he involuntarily covered his face. Then followed the feeling of a cool wind; and then the oppressive odor, for which, he says, he can find no comparison, and which almost took away his breath. He was perfectly satisfied that it was no smell originating in the locality or the state of the prison. Simultaneously with the perception of this odor, he saw a thick, gray cloud, of no defined shape, near Eslinger’s bed. When this cloud disappeared, the odor was no longer perceptible. It was a fine moonlight night, and there was light enough in the room to distinguish the beds, &c.

While they were in the prison courtyard, waiting to be let in, they heard strange noises that couldn't be explained. During the night, those sounds repeated—especially the sound of gravel or small pebbles that seemed to fall so close to him that he instinctively covered his face. Then, he felt a cool breeze and an overwhelming odor that he couldn’t compare to anything else, nearly taking his breath away. He was completely sure it wasn’t a smell coming from the prison or its surroundings. At the same time he noticed this smell, he saw a thick, gray cloud with no clear shape near Eslinger’s bed. When the cloud vanished, the smell disappeared too. It was a clear moonlit night, and there was enough light in the room to see the beds and other things.

The same phenomena recurred several times during the night: Eslinger was heard, each time the ghost was there, praying and reciting hymns. They also heard her say, “Don’t press my hands so hard together!”—“Don’t touch me!” &c. The voice of the spirit they did not hear. Toward three or four o’clock, they heard heavy blows, footsteps, opening and shutting of the door, and a concussion of the whole house, that made them think it was going to fall on their heads. About six o’clock, they saw the phantom again; and altogether these phenomena recurred at least ten times in the course of the night.

The same events happened several times during the night: Eslinger was heard every time the ghost appeared, praying and singing hymns. They also heard her say, “Don’t squeeze my hands together so tightly!”—“Don’t touch me!” and more. They didn't hear the spirit's voice. Around three or four o’clock, they heard loud banging, footsteps, doors opening and closing, and a shaking of the entire house that made them think it was going to collapse on them. About six o’clock, they saw the ghost again; overall, these incidents happened at least ten times throughout the night.

Dr. Sicherer concludes by saying that he had undertaken the investigation with a mind entirely unprepossessed; and that in the report he made, at the desire of the supreme court, he had recorded his observations as conscientiously as if he had been upon a jury. He adds that he had examined everything; and that neither in the person of the woman, nor in any other of the inmates of the prison, could he find the smallest grounds for suspicion, nor any clew to the mystery, which, in a scientific point of view, appeared to him utterly inexplicable. Dr. Sicherer’s report is dated Heilbronn, January 8, 1836.

Dr. Sicherer concludes by stating that he approached the investigation with an open mind. In the report he prepared at the request of the supreme court, he noted his observations as carefully as if he were on a jury. He adds that he examined everything and found no grounds for suspicion in the woman or any other inmates of the prison, nor any clue to the mystery, which, from a scientific perspective, seemed completely inexplicable to him. Dr. Sicherer’s report is dated Heilbronn, January 8, 1836.

Mr. Fraas, who accompanied him, confirms the above statement in every particular, with the addition that he several times saw a light, of a varying circumference, moving about the room; and that it was while he saw this, that the woman told him the ghost was there. He also felt an oppression of the breath and a pressure on his forehead each time before the apparition came, especially once, when, although he had carefully abstained from mentioning his sensations, she told him it was standing close at his head. He stretched out his hand, but perceived nothing, except a cool wind and an overpowering smell.

Mr. Fraas, who was with him, confirms this statement in every detail, adding that he saw a light with a changing shape moving around the room several times; and while he saw this, the woman told him the ghost was there. He also felt his breath get heavy and a pressure on his forehead each time before the apparition appeared, especially once when, despite careful not to mention his feelings, she told him it was standing right next to his head. He reached out his hand but felt nothing other than a cool breeze and an overwhelming smell.

Dr. Seyffer being there one night, with Dr. Kerner, in order to exclude the possibility of light entering through the window, they stopped it up. They, however, saw the phosphorescent light of the spectre, as before. It moved quietly about, and remained a quarter of an hour. The room was otherwise perfectly dark; the sounds accompanying it were like the dropping of water and the discharge of a Leyden jar. They fully ascertained that these phenomena did not proceed from the woman.

Dr. Seyffer was there one night with Dr. Kerner, and to rule out the chance of light coming in through the window, they blocked it off. However, they still saw the ghost's phosphorescent light just like before. It moved around quietly and stayed for about fifteen minutes. The room was completely dark otherwise; the sounds accompanying it were like dripping water and the discharge from a Leyden jar. They confirmed that these phenomena did not come from the woman.

I have already given the depositions of Madame Mayer, the wife of the deputy-governor or keeper of the prison, who is spoken of as a highly respectable person. Mayer himself, however, though quite unable to account for all these extraordinary proceedings, found great difficulty in believing that there was anything supernatural in the affair; and he told Eslinger that, if she wished him to be convinced, she must send the ghost to do it!

I’ve already shared the statements from Madame Mayer, the wife of the deputy governor or prison warden, who is described as a very respectable person. However, Mayer himself, while unable to explain all these unusual events, had a hard time believing there was anything supernatural about it; he told Eslinger that if she wanted him to be convinced, she needed to send the ghost to prove it!

He says: “The night after I had said this, I went to bed and to sleep, little expecting such a visiter; but, toward midnight, I was awakened by something touching my left elbow. This was followed by a pain; and in the morning, when I looked at the place, I saw several blue spots. I told Eslinger that this was not enough, and that she must tell the ghost to touch my other elbow. This was done on the following night, and, at the same time, I perceived a smell like putrefaction. The blue spots followed.” (It will be remembered that Eslinger had blue spots also.)

He says: “The night after I said this, I went to bed and fell asleep, not expecting a visitor; but around midnight, I was awakened by something touching my left elbow. This was followed by a pain, and in the morning, when I checked the spot, I saw several bruises. I told Eslinger that this wasn't enough and that she needed to ask the ghost to touch my other elbow. This was done the following night, and at the same time, I noticed a smell like rotting flesh. The bruises appeared then too.” (It’s worth noting that Eslinger had bruises as well.)

Mayer continues to say that the spectre made known its presence in his chamber by various sounds, such as were heard in the other part of the house. He never saw the figure distinctly, but his wife did: she always prayed when it was there. He, however, felt the cool wind that they all described.

Mayer goes on to say that the ghost announced its presence in his room with different sounds that were also heard in other parts of the house. He never saw the figure clearly, but his wife did: she always prayed when it was around. He, however, felt the cool breeze that everyone else described.

The ghost told Eslinger that he should continue his visits to the prison after she had quitted it, and he did so. The second night after her release, they felt his approach, especially from the cool wind, and Madame Mayer desired him to testify his presence to her husband. Immediately there were sounds like a wind-instrument, and these were repeated at her desire.

The ghost told Eslinger that he should keep visiting the prison after she left it, and he did. On the second night after her release, they sensed his presence, especially through the cool wind, and Madame Mayer asked him to show he was there to her husband. Right away, there were sounds like a wind instrument, and these were repeated at her request.

The prisoners also heard and felt the apparition after Eslinger’s departure; and Mayer says he is perfectly assured that in this jail, where the inmates were frequently changed, everybody was locked up, and every place thoroughly examined, it was utterly impossible for any trick to be played: besides which, all parties agreed that the sounds were often of a description that could not have been produced by any known means.

The prisoners also heard and felt the ghostly presence after Eslinger left; and Mayer claims he is completely convinced that in this jail, where the inmates were often rotated, everyone was locked up, and every area was thoroughly searched, it was totally impossible for any kind of trick to be pulled off. Furthermore, everyone agreed that the sounds often came from sources that couldn't have been explained by any known methods.

But it was not to the prison alone that this apparition confined his visits. To whomsoever Eslinger sent him, he went—testifying his presence by the same signs as above described. He visited the chambers of several of the magistrates, of a teacher named Neuffer, of the referendary burgher, of a citizen named Rummel, and many others. Of these, some only perceived his presence by the noises, the cool air, the smell, or the touch; others saw the light also, and others perceived the figure with more or less distinctness.

But this apparition didn't just visit the prison. Wherever Eslinger sent him, he went—showing his presence with the same signs mentioned before. He visited the offices of several magistrates, a teacher named Neuffer, the referendary burgher, a citizen named Rummel, and many others. Some of these people only sensed his presence through noises, cool air, smells, or touches; others saw the light, and still others saw the figure with varying degrees of clarity.

A Mr. Dorr, of Heilbronn, seems to have scoffed very much at these rumors, and Dr. Kerner bade Eslinger ask the ghost to convince him, which she did.

A Mr. Dorr from Heilbronn seems to have mocked these rumors quite a bit, and Dr. Kerner told Eslinger to ask the ghost to prove itself to him, which she did.

Mr. Dorr says: “When I heard these things talked of, I always laughed at them, and was thought very sensible for so doing. Now I shall be laughed at in my turn, no doubt.” He then relates that, on the morning of the 30th of December, 1835, he awoke, as usual, about five o’clock, and was thinking of some business he had in hand, when he became conscious that there was something near him, and he felt as if it blew cold upon him. He started up, thinking some animal had got into his room, but could find nothing. Next he heard a noise, like sparks from an electrical machine, and then a report close to his right ear. Had there been anything visible, it was light enough to see it. This report was frequently heard in the prison.

Mr. Dorr says: “When I heard people talking about these things, I always laughed at them and was considered quite sensible for doing so. Now, I’m sure I’ll be the one laughed at.” He then recounts that, on the morning of December 30th, 1835, he woke up, as usual, around five o’clock, and was thinking about some business he had when he suddenly became aware of something nearby, and it felt like a cold breeze blowing on him. He jumped up, thinking an animal had entered his room, but he found nothing. Next, he heard a noise that sounded like sparks from an electrical machine, followed by a loud sound near his right ear. It was light enough to see anything if there had been something visible. This sound was often heard in the prison.

Wherever the apparition once made a visit, he generally continued to go for several successive nights. He also visited Professor Kapff at Heilbronn, and Baron von Hugel at Eschenau, without being desired to do so by Eslinger; and Neuffer, whom he also went to, she knew nothing of.

Wherever the ghost appeared, it usually returned for several nights in a row. It also visited Professor Kapff in Heilbronn and Baron von Hugel in Eschenau, even though Eslinger didn't ask for it to. Neuffer, whom the ghost also visited, was completely unaware of it.

When he visited Dr. Kerner’s chamber, his wife, who had prided herself on her incredulity, and boasted of being born on St. Thomas’s day, was entirely converted, for she not only heard him, but saw him distinctly. He visited them for several nights, accompanied by the noises and the light.

When he went to Dr. Kerner’s office, his wife, who had taken pride in her doubt and bragged about being born on St. Thomas’s Day, was completely convinced, as she not only heard him but also clearly saw him. He came to see them for several nights, along with the sounds and the light.

One night, while lying awake observing these phenomena, they fancied they heard their horse come out of his stable, which was under their room. In the morning, he was found standing outside, with his halter on; it was not broken, and it was evident that the horse had not got loose by any violence. Moreover, the door of the stable was closed behind him, as it had been at night when he was shut up.

One night, while lying awake and watching these events, they thought they heard their horse come out of his stable, which was beneath their room. In the morning, he was found standing outside with his halter on; it wasn't broken, and it was clear that the horse hadn't gotten loose by any force. Additionally, the stable door was closed behind him, just as it had been at night when he was put away.

Dr. Kerner’s sister, who came from a distance to visit them, had heard very little about this affair, yet she was awakened by a sound that seemed like some one trying to speak into her ear; and, looking up, she saw two stars, like those described by Margaret Laibesberg. She observed that they emitted no rays. She also felt the cool air, and perceived the corpse-like odor. This odor accompanied the ghost even when it appeared at Heilbronn.

Dr. Kerner's sister, who traveled a long way to visit them, had heard very little about this situation, but she was stirred by a sound that felt like someone trying to whisper in her ear; and when she looked up, she saw two stars, similar to those mentioned by Margaret Laibesberg. She noticed that they didn't give off any light. She also felt the cool air and noticed a smell like decay. This smell followed the ghost even when it showed up in Heilbronn.

It is remarkable that some of these persons, both men and women, felt themselves unable to move or call out while the spectre was there, and that they were relieved the moment he went away. They appeared to be magnetized; but this feeling was by no means universal. Many were perfectly composed and self-possessed the whole time, and made their observations to each other. All agreed that the speaking of the apparition seemed like that of a person making efforts to speak. Now, as we are to presume that he did not speak by means of organs, as we do, but that he imitated the sounds of words as he imitated other sounds, by some means with which we are unacquainted—for since the noises were heard by everybody within hearing, we must suppose that they actually existed—we, who know the extreme difficulty of imitating human speech, may conceive how this imitation should be very defective.

It’s interesting that some of these people, both men and women, felt unable to move or call out while the ghost was present, and they felt relieved as soon as he left. They seemed to be in a trance, but this wasn’t the case for everyone. Many others remained calm and collected the entire time and shared their thoughts with each other. They all agreed that the ghost's voice sounded like someone struggling to speak. Now, since we should assume that he didn’t use organs like we do to speak, but rather imitated the sounds of words in a way we're not familiar with—since the noises were heard by everyone who could hear—we can understand how difficult it would be to imitate human speech, which would likely result in a very flawed imitation.

Dutthenhofer and others remarked that there was no echo from the sounds, as well as that the phosphorescence shed no light around; and though the spectre could touch them, or produce the sensation that he did, they could not feel him: but, as in all similar cases, could thrust their hands through what appeared to be his body. The sensation of his falling tears, and the marks they left, seem most unaccountable; and yet, in the records of a ghost that haunted the countess of Eberstein, in 1685, we find the same thing asserted. This account was made public by the authority of the consistorial court, and with the consent of the family.

Dutthenhofer and others noted that there was no echo from the sounds, and the phosphorescence didn’t cast any light around; while the ghost could touch them, or create the feeling that it did, they couldn’t actually feel him: like in all similar cases, they could pass their hands through what seemed to be his body. The feeling of his falling tears and the marks they left seemed quite mysterious; yet, in the records of a ghost that haunted the Countess of Eberstein in 1685, we see the same thing reported. This account was made public by the authority of the consistorial court and with the family’s consent.

At length, on the 11th of February, the ghost took his departure from Eslinger; at least, after that day he was no more seen or heard by her or anybody else. He had always entreated her to go to Wimmenthal, where he had formerly lived, to pray for him; and, after she was released from the jail, by the advice of her friends, she did it. Some of them accompanied her, and they saw the apparition near her while she was kneeling in the open air, though not all with equal distinctness. A very respectable woman, called Wörner—a stranger to Eslinger, whom she says she never saw or spoke to till that day—offered to make oath that she had accompanied her to Wimmenthal, and that, with the other friends, she had stood about thirty paces off, quite silent and still, while the woman knelt and prayed; and that she had seen the apparition of a man, accompanied by two smaller spectres, hovering near her. “When the prayer was ended, he went close to her, and there was a light like a falling star; then I saw something like a white cloud, that seemed to float away: and after that, we saw no more.”

At last, on February 11th, the ghost left Eslinger; at least, after that day, neither she nor anyone else saw or heard him again. He had always urged her to go to Wimmenthal, where he had lived before, to pray for him; and after she was released from jail, following her friends' advice, she did. Some of them went with her, and they saw the apparition nearby while she was kneeling outside, although not everyone saw it as clearly. A very respectable woman named Wörner—who was a stranger to Eslinger and whom she says she had never met or spoken to until that day—offered to swear that she had gone with her to Wimmenthal, and that with the other friends, she had stood about thirty paces away, completely silent and still, while the woman knelt and prayed; and she claimed to have seen the ghost of a man, accompanied by two smaller figures, hovering near her. “When the prayer was finished, he moved closer to her, and there was a light like a shooting star; then I saw something like a white cloud that seemed to float away: and after that, we didn’t see anything more.”

Eslinger had been very unwilling to undertake this expedition: she took leave of her children before she started, and evidently expected mischief would befall her; and now, on approaching her, they found her lying cold and insensible. When they had revived her, she told them that, on bidding her farewell, before he ascended—which he did, accompanied by two bright infantine forms—the ghost had asked her to give him her hand; and that, after wrapping it in her handkerchief, she had complied. “A small flame had arisen from the handkerchief when he touched it; and we found the marks of his fingers like burns, but without any smell.” This, however, was not the cause of her fainting; but she had been terrified by a troop of frightful animals that she saw rush past her, when the spirit floated away.

Eslinger had been very reluctant to go on this journey: she said goodbye to her children before she left and clearly expected something bad to happen to her; and now, as they got closer to her, they found her lying there, cold and unresponsive. Once they revived her, she told them that, when she was saying her goodbyes before he took off—which he did, accompanied by two little children—the ghost had asked her to give him her hand; and that after wrapping it in her handkerchief, she had agreed. “A small flame appeared from the handkerchief when he touched it; and we saw the marks of his fingers like burns, but there was no smell.” However, that wasn't why she fainted; she had been scared by a pack of terrifying creatures that she saw rush past her when the spirit floated away.

From this time, nobody, either in the prison or out of it, was troubled with this apparition.

From this point on, no one, whether inside the prison or outside of it, was disturbed by this ghostly figure.

This is certainly a very extraordinary story; and what is more extraordinary, such cases do not seem to be very uncommon in Germany. I meet with many recorded: and an eminent German scholar of my acquaintance tells me that he has also heard of several, and was surprised that we have no similar instances here. If these things occurred merely among the Roman catholics, we might be inclined to suppose that they had some connection with their notion of purgatory: but, on the contrary, it appears to be among the Lutheran population they chiefly occur—insomuch that it has even been suggested that the omission of prayers for the dead, in the Lutheran church, is the cause of the phenomenon. But, on the other hand, as in the present case, and in several others, the person that revisits the earth was of the catholic persuasion when alive, we are bound to suppose that he had the benefit of his own church’s prayers.

This is definitely a very unusual story; and even more surprising, such cases don't seem to be very rare in Germany. I’ve come across many documented instances: An accomplished German scholar I know also mentions hearing about several, and he finds it odd that we don’t have similar cases here. If these occurrences were limited to Roman Catholics, we might think they relate to their idea of purgatory. However, it seems they mostly happen among the Lutheran population—so much so that it has even been suggested that the lack of prayers for the dead in the Lutheran church could be the reason for this phenomenon. On the other hand, in this case and several others, the person who comes back to earth was Catholic when they were alive, so we have to assume that they benefited from their church’s prayers.

I am here assuming that all the above strange phenomena were really produced by the agency of an apparition. If they were not, what were they? The three physicians, who were among the visiters, must have been perfectly aware of the contagious nature of some forms of nervous disorder, and from the previous incredulity of two of them, they must have been quite prepared to regard these phenomena from that point of view; yet they seem unable to bring them under the category of sensuous illusions.

I’m assuming that all the strange things mentioned above were actually caused by a ghost. If not, then what were they? The three doctors who were among the visitors must have known well about the contagious nature of certain types of nervous disorders, and given the earlier skepticism of two of them, they must have been ready to look at these phenomena from that angle; yet they seem unable to classify them as sensory illusions.

The apparently electrical nature of the lights, and of several of the sounds, is very remarkable, as are also the swellings produced on some of the persons by the touch of the ghost, which remind us of Professor Hofer’s case, mentioned in a former chapter. The apparition of the dog and the lambs also, strange as they are, are by no means isolated cases. These appearances seem to be symbolical: the father had been evil, and had led his son to do evil, and he appeared in the degraded form of a dog; and the innocence of the children, who had been, probably, in some way wronged, was symbolized by their appearing as lambs. “If I had lived as a beast,” said an apparition to the Seeress of Provorst, “I should appear as a beast.” These symbolical transfigurations can not appear very extravagant to those who accept the belief of many theologians, that the serpent of the garden of Eden was an evil spirit incarnated in that degraded form.

The electrical nature of the lights and several sounds is quite striking, as are the bumps that appear on some people when touched by the ghost, which remind us of Professor Hofer’s case mentioned earlier. The appearances of the dog and the lambs, as odd as they are, are not isolated incidents. These visions seem to be symbolic: the father, who was evil and influenced his son to do wrong, appeared in the degraded form of a dog; meanwhile, the innocence of the children, who had likely been wronged in some way, was symbolized by their appearance as lambs. “If I had lived like a beast,” said an apparition to the Seeress of Provorst, “I would appear as a beast.” These symbolic transformations may not seem too bizarre to those who accept the belief of many theologians that the serpent in the Garden of Eden was an evil spirit manifested in that lowly form.

How for the removal of the horse out of the stable was connected with the rest of the phenomena, it is impossible to say; but a similar circumstance has very lately occurred with regard to a dog that was locked up in the house in this neighborhood, which I have several times alluded to, where footsteps and rustlings are heard, doors are opened, and a feeling that some one is blowing or breathing upon them is felt by the inhabitants.

How the removal of the horse from the stable was linked to the other events is hard to explain; however, a similar situation has recently happened with a dog that was locked in a house in this area, which I have mentioned several times. In this house, people hear footsteps and rustling, doors opening, and they sense that someone is blowing or breathing on them.

The holes burnt in the handkerchief are also quite in accordance with many other relations of the kind, especially that of the maid of Orlach, and also that of the Hammerschan family, mentioned in “Stilling’s Pneumatology,” when a ghost who had been, as he said, waiting one hundred and twenty years for some one to release him by their prayers, was seen to take a handkerchief, on which he left the marks of his five fingers, appearing like burnt spots. A bible that he touched was marked in the same manner; and these two mementoes of the apparition were carefully retained in the family. This particularity, also, reminds us of Lord Tyrone’s leaving the marks of his hand on Lady Beresord’s wrist, on which she ever afterward wore a black riband. In several instances I find it reported that when an apparition is requested to render himself visible to, or to enter into communication with, other persons besides those to whom he addresses himself, he answers that it is impossible; and in other cases, that he could do it, but that the consequences to those persons would be pernicious. This, together with the circumstance of their waiting so long for the right person, tends strongly to support the hypothesis that an intense magnetic rapport is necessary to any facility of intercourse. It also appears that the power of establishing this rapport with one or more persons, varies exceedingly among these denizens of a spiritual world, some being only able to render themselves audible, others to render themselves visible to one person, while a few seem to possess considerably greater powers or privileges.

The burned holes in the handkerchief match numerous other stories of this kind, especially that of the maid from Orlach and the Hammerschan family mentioned in "Stilling’s Pneumatology." In that account, a ghost, who claimed to have been waiting for someone to free him with their prayers for one hundred and twenty years, was seen taking a handkerchief, leaving the marks of his five fingers on it, resembling burned spots. A Bible he touched was marked similarly, and the family kept these two mementos from the apparition. This detail also reminds us of Lord Tyrone leaving the marks of his hand on Lady Beresord's wrist, where she later wore a black ribbon. In several instances, it’s reported that when asked to become visible to or communicate with people other than those to whom he speaks, the apparition responds that it’s impossible. In other cases, he claims he could do it, but it would have harmful consequences for those individuals. This, along with the fact that they wait so long for the right person, strongly supports the idea that an intense magnetic connection is necessary for any interaction. It also seems that the ability to create this connection with one or more people varies greatly among these beings from the spiritual realm, with some only able to make themselves audible, others visible to just one person, while a few appear to have much greater abilities or privileges.

Another particular to be observed is, that in many instances, if not in all, these spirits are what the Germans call gebannt, that is, banned, or proscribed, or, as it were, tethered to a certain spot, which they can occasionally leave, as Anton did the cellar at Wimmenthal, to which he was gebannt, but from which they can not free themselves. To this spot they seem to be attached, as by an invisible chain, whether by the memory of a crime committed there, or by a buried treasure, or even by its being the receptacle of their own bodies. In short, it seems perfectly clear, admitting them to be apparitions of the dead, that, whatever the bond may be that keeps them down, they can not quit the earth; they are, as St. Martin says, remainers, not returners, and this seems to be the explanation of haunted houses.

Another thing to note is that in many cases, if not all, these spirits are what the Germans call banned, which means prohibited, banned, or, in a sense, attached to a specific location. They can occasionally leave this spot, like Anton did from the cellar at Wimmenthal, where he was banned, but they cannot free themselves from it. They seem to be tied to this location by an invisible chain, whether due to the memory of a crime committed there, a hidden treasure, or even because it contains their own remains. In short, it seems quite clear that if we accept them as apparitions of the dead, whatever keeps them bound is such that they cannot leave the earth. They are, as St. Martin says, remainers, not returners, and this appears to explain haunted houses.

In the year 1827, Christian Eisengrun, a respectable citizen of Neckarsteinach, was visited by a ghost of the above kind, and the particulars were judically recorded. He was at Eherbach, in Baden, working as a potter, which was his trade, in the manufactory of Mr. Gehrig, when he was one night awakened by a noise in his chamber, and, on looking up, he saw a faint light, which presently assumed a human form, attired in a loose gown; he could see no head. He had his own head under the clothes; but it presently spoke, and told him that he was destined to release it, and for that purpose he must go to the catholic churchyard of Neckarsteinach, and there, for twenty-one successive days, repeat the following verse from the New Testament, before the stone sepulchre there:—

In 1827, Christian Eisengrun, a respected member of the community in Neckarsteinach, was visited by a ghost, and the details were officially documented. He was at Eherbach in Baden, working as a potter at Mr. Gehrig's factory, when one night he was awakened by a noise in his room. Looking up, he saw a faint light that soon took the shape of a human wearing a loose gown; he couldn't see a head. His own head was hidden under the covers, but the figure spoke and told him he was meant to release it. To do this, he had to go to the Catholic churchyard in Neckarsteinach and for twenty-one consecutive days, repeat the following verse from the New Testament in front of the stone grave there:—

“For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? So, the things of God knoweth no man, but the spirit of God.”—1 Cor. ii. 11.

“For what person understands the things of a person, except the spirit of that person which is in them? Similarly, no one understands the things of God except the Spirit of God.” —1 Cor. ii. 11.

The ghost having repeated his visits and his request, the man consulted his master what he should do, and he advised him not to trifle with the apparition, but to do what he required, adding that he had known many similar instances. Upon this, Eisengrun went to Neckarsteinach, and addressed himself to the catholic priest there, named Seitz, who gave him the same counsel, together with his blessing and also a hymn of Luther’s, which he bade him learn and repeat, as well as the verse, when he visited the sepulchre.

The ghost kept coming back and making his request, so the man asked his master for advice on what to do. His master told him not to mess around with the apparition and to do what it asked, mentioning that he had seen many similar situations. Following this, Eisengrun went to Neckarsteinach and spoke to the Catholic priest there, named Seitz. The priest gave him the same advice, along with his blessing and a hymn by Luther, which he told him to learn and recite, as well as a verse, when he visited the grave.

As there was only one stone sepulchre in the churchyard, Eisengrun had no difficulty in finding it; and while he performed the service imposed on him by the ghost, the latter stood on the grave with his hands folded as if in prayer; but when he repeated the hymn, he moved rapidly backward and forward, but still not overstepping the limits of the stone. The man, though very frightened, persevered in the thing for the time imposed, twenty-one days; and during this period he saw the perfect form of the apparition, which had no covering on its head except very white hair. It always kept its hands folded, and had large eyes, in which he never perceived any motion; this filled him with horror. Many persons went to witness the ceremony.

Since there was only one stone tomb in the graveyard, Eisengrun had no trouble finding it. While he carried out the task assigned to him by the ghost, the ghost stood on the grave with its hands folded, almost as if in prayer. However, when he sang the hymn, it moved back and forth quickly, yet never crossed the boundaries of the stone. The man, though extremely frightened, continued this for the required period of twenty-one days. During this time, he saw the ghost’s complete form, which had nothing covering its head except very white hair. It always kept its hands folded and had large eyes that showed no movement, which filled him with dread. Many people came to watch the ceremony.

The surviving nephews and nieces of the apparition brought an action against Eisengrun, and they contrived to have him seized and carried to the magistrate’s house, one day, at the time he should have gone to the churchyard. But the ghost came and beckoned, and made signs to him to follow him, till the man was so much affected and terrified that he burst into tears. The two magistrates could not see the spectre, but feeling themselves affected with a cold shudder, they consented to his going.

The surviving nephews and nieces of the ghost took legal action against Eisengrun, managing to have him captured and brought to the magistrate's house one day when he was supposed to be headed to the cemetery. However, the ghost appeared and signaled for him to follow, and the man was so moved and terrified that he burst into tears. The two magistrates couldn't see the specter, but they felt a cold shiver and agreed to let him go.

He was then publicly examined in court, together with the offended family and a number of witnesses; and the result was, that he was permitted to continue the service for the twenty-one days, after which he never saw or heard more of the ghost, who had been formerly a rich timber-merchant. The terror and anxiety attendant on these daily visits to the churchyard, affected Eisengrun so much, that it was some time before he recovered his usual health. He had all his life been a ghost-seer, but had never had communication with any before this event.

He was then publicly questioned in court, along with the affected family and several witnesses; and as a result, he was allowed to continue the service for twenty-one days, after which he never saw or heard from the ghost again, who had once been a wealthy timber merchant. The fear and stress from these daily trips to the churchyard affected Eisengrun so deeply that it took him some time to regain his usual health. He had been able to see ghosts his whole life, but had never interacted with any before this incident.

The catholic priest, in this instance, appears to have been more liberal than the deceased timber-merchant, for the latter did not seem to like the Lutheran hymn which the former prescribed. His dissatisfaction, however, may have arisen from their making any addition to the formula he had himself indicated.

The Catholic priest, in this case, seems to have been more open-minded than the deceased timber merchant, as the latter didn't seem to appreciate the Lutheran hymn that the former suggested. His discontent might have stemmed from their adding anything to the formula he had proposed himself.


It is to be observed that this is the sensation asserted to be felt by Reichenbach’s patients on the approach of the magnet.

It should be noted that this is the sensation claimed to be experienced by Reichenbach’s patients when the magnet approaches.


CHAPTER XVI.

THE POLTERGEIST OF THE GERMANS, AND POSSESSION.

With regard to the so-called hauntings, referred to in the preceding chapter, there seems reason to believe that the invisible guest was formerly a dweller upon earth, in the flesh, who is prevented by some circumstance which we are not qualified to explain, from pursuing the destiny of the human race, by entering freely into the next state prepared for him. He is like an unfortunate caterpillar that ‘can not entirely free itself from the integuments of its reptile life which chain it to the earth, while its fluttering wings vainly seek to bear it into the region to which it now belongs.’ But there is another kind of haunting, which is still more mysterious and strange, though by no means unfrequent, and which, from the odd, sportive, mischievous nature of the disturbances created, one can scarcely reconcile to our notions of what we understand by the term ghost; for in those cases where the unseen visitant appears to be the spirit of a person deceased, we see evidences of grief, remorse, and dissatisfaction, together with, in many instances, a disposition to repeat the acts of life—or at least to simulate a repetition of them: but there is nothing sportive or mischievous, nor, except where an injunction is disobeyed or a request refused, are there generally any evidences of anger or malignity. But in the other cases alluded to, the annoyances appear rather like the tricks of a mischievous imp. I refer to what the Germans call the poltergeist, or racketing spectre, for the phenomenon is known in all countries, and has been known in all ages.

About the so-called ghostly encounters mentioned in the previous chapter, there's reason to believe that the invisible presence was once a living person who is somehow prevented, for reasons we can't fully understand, from moving on to the next stage of existence. It's like a struggling caterpillar that "can't completely free itself from the constraints of its former life that keep it tied to the ground, while its fluttering wings unsuccessfully try to lift it into the realm it now belongs to." But there's another type of haunting that is even more mysterious and unusual, although not uncommon, and due to the odd, playful, and mischievous nature of the disturbances, it's hard to fit into our understanding of what we mean by the term ghost; in cases where the unseen visitor appears to be the spirit of a deceased person, we see signs of grief, remorse, and dissatisfaction, often along with a tendency to repeat life’s actions—or at least to mimic them. However, there’s nothing playful or mischievous, nor, except when a request is ignored or a command is disobeyed, is there generally any sign of anger or hostility. In contrast, the other cases I've mentioned resemble the tricks of a cheeky imp. I'm referring to what the Germans call the ghost, or a noisy spirit, as this phenomenon is recognized in all cultures and has been known throughout history.

Since hearing of the phenomenon of the electric girl, which attracted so much attention and occasioned so much controversy in Paris lately, and other similar cases which have since reached me, I feel doubtful whether some of these strange circumstances may not have been connected with electricity in one form or another. The famous story of what is familiarly called the Stockwell ghost, for example, might possibly be brought under this category. I have heard some people assert that the mystery of this affair was subsequently explained away, and the whole found to be a trick: but that is a mistake. Some years ago, I was acquainted with persons whose parents were living on the spot at that time, who knew all the details, and to them it remained as great a mystery as ever; not the smallest light had ever been thrown upon it. People are so glad to get rid of troublesome mysteries of this description, that they are always ready to say, “The trick has been found out!” and those who pride themselves on not believing idle stories, are to the last degree credulous when “the idle story” flatters their skepticism.

Since hearing about the phenomenon of the electric girl, which attracted so much attention and stirred up controversy in Paris recently, along with other similar cases that I've come across, I can’t help but wonder if some of these strange occurrences might have some connection to electricity in one way or another. The well-known tale of what people commonly refer to as the Stockwell ghost, for instance, could possibly fit into this category. I've heard some claim that the mystery of this situation was eventually explained away and revealed to be a trick, but that's not accurate. A few years ago, I knew people whose parents were living in the area at the time and who were familiar with all the details, and to them, it remained just as much a mystery as ever; no additional clarity had ever been provided. People are so eager to dismiss annoying mysteries of this kind that they are always quick to say, “The trick has been figured out!” and those who take pride in not believing in silly stories are astonishingly gullible when “the silly story” aligns with their skepticism.

The circumstances of the so-called Stockwell ghost, which I extract from a report published at the time, are as follows:—

The details of the so-called Stockwell ghost, taken from a report published back then, are as follows:—

The pamphlet was entitled: “An authentic, candid, and Circumstantial Narrative of the astonishing Transactions at Stockwell, in the County of Surrey, on Monday and Tuesday, the 6th and 7th days of January, 1772; containing a Series of the most surprising and unaccountable Events that ever happened, which continued, from first to last, upward of twenty hours, and at different places: published with the consent and approbation of the family and other parties concerned, to authenticate which the original copy is signed by them.

The pamphlet was titled: “An authentic, straightforward, and detailed account of the amazing events at Stockwell, in Surrey, on Monday and Tuesday, January 6th and 7th, 1772; including a series of the most surprising and inexplicable events that ever occurred, which lasted, from start to finish, over twenty hours, and happened in different locations: published with the consent and approval of the family and other parties involved, to verify which the original copy is signed by them.

“Before we enter upon a description of the most extraordinary transactions that perhaps ever happened, we shall begin with an account of the parties who were principally concerned, and, in justice to them, give their characters, by which means the impartial world may see what credit is due to the following narrative:—

“Before we describe the most extraordinary events that might have ever happened, we will start with an account of the key people involved and, to be fair to them, provide their backgrounds, so that the unbiased reader can understand what credibility should be given to the following story:—

“The events, indeed, are of so strange and singular a nature, that we can not be at all surprised the public should be doubtful of the truth of them, more especially as there have been too many impositions of this sort; but, let us consider, here are no sinister ends to be answered, no contributions to be wished for, nor would be accepted, as the parties are in reputable situations and good circumstances, particularly Mrs. Golding, who is a lady of an independent fortune: Richard Fowler and his wife might be looked upon as an exception to this assertion; but, as their loss was trivial, they must be left out of the question, except so far as they appear corroborating evidences. Mr. Pain’s maid lost nothing.

“The events are so strange and unique that it’s no surprise the public might doubt their truth, especially since there have been far too many deceptions like this before. But let’s think about it: there are no ulterior motives here, no donations being sought or accepted, as the people involved are in reputable positions and good circumstances, particularly Mrs. Golding, who is a lady of independent wealth. Richard Fowler and his wife might be seen as an exception to this claim, but since their loss was minor, they can be excluded from consideration, except in terms of their role as supporting witnesses. Mr. Pain’s maid didn’t lose anything.”

“How or by what means these transactions were brought about, has never transpired: we have only to rest our confidence on the veracity of the parties, whose descriptions have been most strictly attended to, without the least deviation: nothing here offered is either exaggerated or diminished—the whole stated in the clearest manner, just as they occurred: as such only we lay them before the candid and impartial public.

“How or through what means these transactions happened has never been revealed: we can only rely on the honesty of those involved, whose accounts have been carefully followed without any alteration: nothing presented here is either exaggerated or downplayed—the entire account is laid out as clearly as it happened: this is what we present to the fair and unbiased public.”

“Mrs. Golding, an elderly lady at Stockwell, in Surrey, at whose house the transactions began, was born in the same parish (Lambeth), has lived in it ever since, and has always been well known and respected as a gentlewoman of unblemished honor and character. Mrs. Pain, a niece of Mrs. Golding, has been married several years to Mr. Pain, a farmer, at Brixton causeway, a little above Mr. Angel’s—has several children, and is well known and respected in the parish. Mary Martin, Mr. Pain’s servant, an elderly woman, has lived two years with them and four years with Mrs. Golding, where she came from. Richard Fowler lives almost opposite to Mr. Pain, at the Brick pound—an honest, industrious, and sober man. And Sarah Fowler, wife to the above, is an industrious and sober woman.

“Mrs. Golding, an elderly lady living in Stockwell, Surrey, where the events started, was born in the same parish (Lambeth), has lived there her entire life, and has always been well-known and respected as a woman of impeccable honor and character. Mrs. Pain, Mrs. Golding’s niece, has been married for several years to Mr. Pain, a farmer at Brixton causeway, just above Mr. Angel’s—she has several children and is well-known and respected in the parish. Mary Martin, Mr. Pain’s servant, is an elderly woman who has lived with them for two years and previously spent four years with Mrs. Golding. Richard Fowler lives almost directly across from Mr. Pain, at the Brick pound—he’s an honest, hardworking, and responsible man. And Sarah Fowler, his wife, is also a diligent and responsible woman.”

“These are the subscribing evidences that we must rest the truth of the facts upon; yet there are numbers of other persons who were eye-witnesses of many of the transactions during the time they happened, all of whom must acknowledge the truth of them.

“These are the supporting pieces of evidence that we need to rely on for the truth of the facts; however, there are many other people who witnessed numerous events as they occurred, all of whom must confirm their truth.”

“Another person who bore a principal part in these scenes was Ann Robinson, Mrs. Golding’s maid, a young woman about twenty years old, who had lived with her but one week and three days. So much for the historiæ personæ, and now for the narrative.

“Another person who played a key role in these scenes was Ann Robinson, Mrs. Golding’s maid, a young woman around twenty years old, who had been with her for just one week and three days. So much for the historical figures, and now for the narrative.

“On Monday, January the 6th, 1772, about ten o’clock in the forenoon, as Mrs. Golding was in her parlor, she heard the china and glasses in the back kitchen tumble down and break; her maid came to her and told her the stone plates were falling from the shelf; Mrs. Golding went into the kitchen and saw them broke. Presently after, a row of plates from the next shelf fell down likewise, while she was there, and nobody near them; this astonished her much, and while she was thinking about it, other things in different places began to tumble about, some of them breaking, attended with violent noises all over the house; a clock tumbled down and the case broke; a lantern that hung on the staircase was thrown down and the glass broken to pieces; an earthen pan of salted beef broke to pieces and the beef fell about: all this increased her surprise and brought several persons about her, among whom was Mr. Rowlidge, a carpenter, who gave it as his opinion that the foundation was giving way and that the house was tumbling down, occasioned by the too great weight of an additional room erected above: so ready are we to discover natural causes for everything! But no such thing happened, as the reader will find; for whatever was the cause, that cause ceased almost as soon as Mrs. Golding and her maid left any place, and followed them wherever they went. Mrs. Golding ran into Mr. Gresham’s house, a gentleman living next door to her, where she fainted.

“On Monday, January 6th, 1772, around ten in the morning, Mrs. Golding was in her parlor when she heard the china and glasses in the back kitchen fall and break. Her maid came to tell her that the stone plates were falling from the shelf. Mrs. Golding went into the kitchen and saw them broken. Shortly after, a row of plates from the next shelf fell down, while she was standing there and no one was near them; this really surprised her. As she thought about it, other items in different places started to fall, some breaking, accompanied by loud noises throughout the house; a clock fell and its case shattered; a lantern hanging on the staircase was thrown down and the glass broke into pieces; an earthen pan of salted beef broke apart and the beef scattered. All of this heightened her astonishment and drew several people to her side, including Mr. Rowlidge, a carpenter, who suggested that the foundation was giving way and the house was collapsing, caused by the extra weight of an added room built above. How quick we are to find natural explanations for everything! But nothing like that was happening, as the reader will discover; whatever was causing these disruptions stopped almost as soon as Mrs. Golding and her maid left any place and seemed to follow them wherever they went. Mrs. Golding ran into Mr. Gresham’s house, a gentleman who lived next door, where she fainted."

“In the interim, Mr. Rowlidge and other persons were removing Mrs. Golding’s effects from her house, for fear of the consequences he had prognosticated. At this time all was quiet; Mrs. Golding’s maid, remaining in the house, was gone up stairs, and when called upon several times to come down, for fear of the dangerous situation she was thought to be in, she answered very coolly, and after some time came down as deliberately, without any seeming fearful apprehensions.

“In the meantime, Mr. Rowlidge and others were taking Mrs. Golding's belongings out of her house, worried about the consequences he had predicted. Everything was calm at that moment; Mrs. Golding's maid, who stayed in the house, had gone upstairs, and when called multiple times to come down, worried about the dangerous situation she was thought to be in, she responded very casually and eventually came down without any apparent fear or concern.”

“Mrs. Pain was sent for from Brixton Causeway, and desired to come directly, as her aunt was supposed to be dead: this was the message to her. When Mrs. Pain came, Mrs. Golding was come to herself, but very faint.

“Mrs. Pain was called from Brixton Causeway and asked to come right away, as her aunt was believed to be dead: this was the message for her. When Mrs. Pain arrived, Mrs. Golding had regained consciousness but was very weak.”

“Among the persons who were present was Mr. Gardner, a surgeon, of Clapham, whom Mrs. Pain desired to bleed her aunt, which he did. Mrs. Pain asked him if the blood should be thrown away: he desired it might not, as he would examine it when cold. These minute particulars would not be taken notice of, but as a chain to what follows. For the next circumstance is of a more astonishing nature than anything that had preceded it: the blood that was just congealed, sprang out of the basin upon the floor, and presently after the basin broke to pieces! This china basin was the only thing broke belonging to Mr. Gresham; a bottle of rum that stood by it broke at the same time.

“Among the people who were present was Mr. Gardner, a surgeon from Clapham, whom Mrs. Pain wanted to bleed her aunt, which he did. Mrs. Pain asked him if the blood should be discarded: he requested that it not be, as he wanted to examine it when it cooled. These minor details might not usually be noticed, but they serve as a connection to what follows. The next event is more astonishing than anything that came before it: the blood that had just coagulated sprang out of the basin onto the floor, and shortly after, the basin shattered! This china basin was the only item that broke belonging to Mr. Gresham; a bottle of rum next to it broke at the same time."

“Among the things that were removed to Mr. Gresham’s, was a tray full of china, a japan bread-basket, some mahogany waiters, with some bottles of liquors, jars of pickles, &c., and a pier-glass, which was taken down by Mr. Saville (a neighbor of Mrs. Golding’s); he gave it to one Robert Hames, who laid it on the grass-plat at Mrs. Gresham’s: but, before he could put it out of his hands, some parts of the frame on each side flew off! It rained at that time; Mrs. Golding desired it might be brought into the parlor, where it was put under a sideboard, and a dressing-glass along with it. It had not been there long, before the glasses and china which stood on the sideboard began to tumble about and fall down, and broke both the glasses to pieces. Mr. Saville and others being asked to drink a glass of wine or rum, both the bottles broke in pieces before they were uncorked!

“Among the things that were taken to Mr. Gresham’s were a tray full of china, a Japanese breadbasket, some mahogany trays, some bottles of liquor, jars of pickles, etc., and a pier glass, which was taken down by Mr. Saville (a neighbor of Mrs. Golding’s); he handed it to one Robert Hames, who laid it on the lawn at Mrs. Gresham’s. But before he could take it away, parts of the frame on each side broke off! It was raining at the time; Mrs. Golding asked for it to be brought into the parlor, where it was placed under a sideboard, along with a dressing glass. It hadn’t been there long before the glassware and china on the sideboard started to rattle and crash down, shattering both the glasses. Mr. Saville and others were invited to have a glass of wine or rum, but both bottles shattered before they could be uncorked!”

“Mrs. Golding’s surprise and fear increasing, she did not know what to do, or where to go. Wherever she and her maid were, these strange, destructive circumstances followed her, and how to help or free herself from them was not in her power or any other person’s present. Her mind was one confused chaos, lost to herself and everything about her—drove from her own home, and afraid there would be no other to receive her. At last she left Mr. Gresham’s and went to Mr. Mayling’s, a gentleman at the next door; here she stayed about three quarters of an hour, during which time nothing happened. Her maid stayed at Mr. Gresham’s to put up what few things remained unbroken of her mistress’s, in a back apartment, when a jar of pickles that stood upon a table turned upside down; then a jar of raspberry jam broke to pieces; next two mahogany waiters and a quadrille-box likewise broke in pieces.

“Mrs. Golding’s surprise and fear grew, and she didn’t know what to do or where to go. No matter where she and her maid went, these strange, destructive events followed her, and figuring out how to help or escape from them was beyond her control or anyone else's at that moment. Her mind was a chaotic blur, completely lost to herself and everything around her—forced out of her own home, and worried that there wouldn’t be another place to welcome her. Finally, she left Mr. Gresham’s and went to Mr. Mayling’s, a gentleman next door; she stayed there for about three quarters of an hour, during which nothing happened. Her maid stayed at Mr. Gresham’s to pack up the few things that remained unbroken of her mistress’s in a back room, when a jar of pickles on a table toppled over; then a jar of raspberry jam shattered; next, two mahogany trays and a quadrille-box also broke apart."

“Mrs. Pain, not choosing her aunt should stay too long at Mr. Mayling’s, for fear of being troublesome, persuaded her to go to her house at Rush Common, near Brixton Causeway, where she would endeavor to make her as happy as she could, hoping by this time all was over, as nothing had happened at that gentleman’s house while she was there. This was about two o’clock in the afternoon.

“Mrs. Pain, wanting to prevent her aunt from staying too long at Mr. Mayling’s out of concern for being a bother, convinced her to come to her house at Rush Common, near Brixton Causeway, where she would do her best to make her happy, hoping by now everything had settled down since nothing had happened at that gentleman’s house while she was there. This was around two o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Mr. and Miss Gresham were at Mr. Pain’s house when Mrs. Pain, Mrs. Golding, and her maid, went there. It being about dinner-time, they all dined together; in the interim, Mrs. Golding’s servant was sent to her house to see how things remained. When she returned, she told them nothing had happened since they left it. Some time after, Mr. Gresham and miss went home, everything remaining quiet at Mr. Pain’s; but about eight o’clock in the evening a fresh scene began. The first thing that happened was, a whole row of pewter dishes, except one, fell from off a shelf to the middle of the floor, rolled about a little while, then settled; and, what is almost beyond belief, as soon as they were quiet, turned upside down! They were then put on the dresser, and went through the same a second time. Next fell a whole row of pewter plates from off the second shelf over the dresser to the ground, and, being taken up and put on the dresser one in another, they were thrown down again.

“Mr. and Miss Gresham were at Mr. Pain’s house when Mrs. Pain, Mrs. Golding, and her maid arrived. Since it was around dinner time, they all ate together; during that time, Mrs. Golding’s servant was sent to her house to check on things. When she returned, she reported that nothing had happened since they left. A while later, Mr. Gresham and Miss went home, everything still quiet at Mr. Pain’s; but around eight o’clock in the evening, a new scene began. The first thing that happened was that a whole row of pewter dishes, except for one, fell off a shelf onto the middle of the floor, rolled around for a bit, and then settled; and, almost unbelievably, as soon as they were still, they flipped upside down! They were then placed back on the dresser, and went through the same thing a second time. Next, a whole row of pewter plates fell from the second shelf over the dresser to the ground, and when they were picked up and stacked on the dresser, they were thrown down again.”

“The next thing was, two eggs that were upon one of the pewter shelves, one of them flew off, crossed the kitchen, struck a cat on the head, and then broke in pieces.

“The next thing was, two eggs that were on one of the pewter shelves; one of them flew off, crossed the kitchen, hit a cat on the head, and then shattered into pieces."

“Next, Mary Martin, Mrs. Pain’s servant, went to stir the kitchen fire; she got to the right-hand side of it, being a large chimney, as is usual in farmhouses. A pestle and mortar that stood nearer the left-hand end of the chimney-shelf, jumped about six feet on the floor! Then went candlesticks and other brasses, scarcely anything remaining in its place. After this, the glasses and china were put down on the floor for fear of undergoing the same fate: they presently began to dance and tumble about, and then broke to pieces. A teapot that was among them flew to Mrs. Golding’s maid’s foot, and struck it.

“Next, Mary Martin, Mrs. Pain’s servant, went to stir the kitchen fire; she positioned herself on the right side of it, since it had a large chimney, which is typical in farmhouses. A pestle and mortar that were closer to the left end of the chimney shelf jumped about six feet across the floor! Then, candlesticks and other brass items followed, with hardly anything staying in place. After this, the glasses and china were set down on the floor to avoid the same fate: they soon began to dance and tumble around, and then shattered. A teapot that was among them flew straight into Mrs. Golding’s maid’s foot and hit it.

“A glass tumbler that was put on the floor jumped about two feet and then broke. Another that stood by it jumped about at the same time, but did not break till some hours after, when it jumped again, and then broke. A china bowl that stood in the parlor jumped from the floor to behind a table that stood there. This was most astonishing, as the distance from where it stood was between seven and eight feet, but was not broke. It was put back by Richard Fowler to its place, where it remained some time, and then flew to pieces.

“A glass tumbler that was placed on the floor bounced about two feet and then shattered. Another one next to it bounced at the same time but didn’t break until hours later, when it bounced again and then broke. A china bowl that was in the parlor leaped from the floor to behind a table that was there. This was really surprising, as the distance it traveled was between seven and eight feet, but it didn’t break. Richard Fowler put it back in its original spot, where it stayed for a while, and then it shattered.”

“The next thing that followed was a mustard-pot, that jumped out of a closet and was broke. A single cup that stood upon the table (almost the only thing remaining) jumped up, flew across the kitchen, ringing like a bell, and then was dashed to pieces against the dresser. A candlestick that stood on the chimney-shelf flew across the kitchen to the parlor-door, at about fifteen feet distance. A teakettle under the dresser was thrown out about two feet; another kettle, that stood at one end of the range, was thrown against the iron that is fixed to prevent children from falling into the fire. A tumbler with rum-and-water in it, that stood upon a waiter upon a table in the parlor, jumped about ten feet, and was broke. The table then fell down, and along with it a silver tankard belonging to Mrs. Golding—the waiter in which stood the tumbler, and a candlestick. A case-bottle then flew to pieces.

The next thing that happened was a mustard pot that jumped out of a cabinet and broke. A single cup that was sitting on the table (almost the only thing left) leaped up, flew across the kitchen ringing like a bell, and then smashed against the dresser. A candlestick on the mantel flew across the kitchen to the parlor door, landing about fifteen feet away. A teakettle under the dresser was thrown out about two feet; another kettle, which was at one end of the stove, was knocked against the iron guard meant to stop kids from falling into the fire. A tumbler with rum and water in it that was on a tray on a table in the parlor jumped about ten feet and broke. Then the table fell over, taking with it a silver tankard belonging to Mrs. Golding—the tray that held the tumbler and a candlestick. A case bottle then shattered.

“The next circumstance was, a ham that hung in one side of the kitchen-chimney raised itself from the hook and fell down to the ground. Some time after, another ham, that hung on the other side of the chimney, likewise underwent the same fate. Then a flitch of bacon, which hung up in the same chimney, fell down.

“The next situation was that a ham hanging on one side of the kitchen chimney lifted itself off the hook and fell to the ground. A little later, another ham, hanging on the other side of the chimney, met the same fate. Then a piece of bacon, which was also hanging in the same chimney, fell down.”

“All the family were eye-witnesses to these circumstances, as well as other persons, some of whom were so alarmed and shocked, that they could not bear to stay, and were happy in getting away, though the unhappy family were left in the midst of their distresses. Most of the genteel families around were continually sending to inquire after them, and whether all was over or not. Is it not surprising that some among them had not the inclination and resolution to try to unravel this most intricate affair, at a time when it would have been in their power to have done so? There certainly was sufficient time for so doing, as the whole, from first to last, continued upward of twenty hours.

“All the family were witnesses to these events, along with other people, some of whom were so alarmed and shocked that they couldn't bear to stay and were relieved to leave, even though the unfortunate family was left to deal with their distress. Most of the well-off families around were constantly checking in to see how they were doing and whether everything had come to an end. Isn't it surprising that some of them didn't have the desire or determination to try to figure out this complicated situation when they could have done so? There was definitely enough time to do it, as the whole thing lasted over twenty hours from start to finish.”

“At all the times of action, Mrs. Golding’s servant was walking backward and forward, in either the kitchen or parlor, or wherever some of the family happened to be. Nor could they get her to sit down five minutes together, except at one time for about half an hour toward the morning, when the family were at prayers in the parlor; then all was quiet: but in the midst of the greatest confusion, she was as much composed as at any other time, and with uncommon coolness of temper advised her mistress not to be alarmed or uneasy, as she said these things could not be helped. Thus she argued, as if they were common occurrences, which must happen in every family!

“At all times when things were happening, Mrs. Golding’s servant was pacing back and forth, either in the kitchen or the parlor, or wherever any family member happened to be. They couldn’t get her to sit down for even five minutes straight, except for one time in the morning when they were having prayers in the parlor; then everything was quiet. But in the middle of the greatest chaos, she remained just as calm as ever, and with remarkable composure, advised her mistress not to be worried or anxious, saying these things couldn’t be helped. She reasoned as if they were everyday occurrences that happen in every family!”

“This advice surprised and startled her mistress almost as much as the circumstances that occasioned it. For how can we suppose that a girl of about twenty years old (an age when female timidity is too often assisted by superstition) could remain in the midst of such calamitous circumstances (except they proceed from causes best known to herself), and not be struck with the same terror as every other person was who was present? These reflections led Mr. Pain (and, at the end of the transactions, likewise Mrs. Golding) to think that she was not altogether so unconcerned as she appeared to be; but, hitherto, the whole remains mysterious and unrivalled.

“This advice surprised and shocked her mistress almost as much as the situation that triggered it. How can we expect a girl around twenty years old (an age when women's shyness is often fueled by superstition) to stay calm in such disastrous circumstances (unless they stem from reasons known only to her), without feeling the same fear that everyone else present felt? These thoughts led Mr. Pain (and, by the end of the events, also Mrs. Golding) to believe that she wasn't as indifferent as she seemed; however, the whole thing remains mysterious and unmatched.

“About ten o’clock at night, they sent over the way to Richard Fowler, to desire he would come and stay with them. He came and continued till one in the morning, and was so terrified that he could remain no longer.

“About ten o’clock at night, they sent over to Richard Fowler, asking him to come and stay with them. He came and stayed until one in the morning, and was so scared that he couldn’t stay any longer.”

“As Mrs. Golding could not be persuaded to go to bed, Mrs. Pain at that time (one o’clock) made an excuse to go up stairs to her youngest child, under pretence of getting it to sleep, but she really acknowledges it was through fear, as she declares she could not sit up to see such strange things going on, as everything, one after another, was broke, till there was not above two or three cups and saucers remaining out of a considerable quantity of china, &c, which was destroyed to the amount of some pounds.

“As Mrs. Golding couldn't be convinced to go to bed, Mrs. Pain, at that time (one o’clock), made an excuse to go upstairs to her youngest child, pretending to get it to sleep. But she openly admitted it was out of fear, as she said she couldn’t stay up to witness such strange happenings, since everything was breaking one after another until there were only two or three cups and saucers left out of a significant amount of china, etc., which had been destroyed to the extent of several pounds.”

“About five o’clock on Tuesday morning, Mrs. Golding went up to her niece, and desired her to get up, as the noises and destruction were so great, she could continue in the house no longer. At this time all the tables, chairs, drawers, &c., were tumbling about. When Mrs. Pain came down, it was amazing beyond all description. Their only security then was to quit the house, for fear of the same catastrophe as had been expected the morning before at Mrs. Golding’s. In consequence of this resolution, Mrs. Golding and her maid went over the way to Richard Fowler’s. When Mrs. Golding’s maid had seen her safe to Richard Fowler’s, she came back to Mrs. Pain, to help her to dress the children in the barn, where she had carried them for fear of the house falling. At this time all was quiet. They then went to Fowler’s, and then began the same scene as had happened at the other places. It must be remarked, all was quiet here as well as elsewhere, till the maid returned.

“About five o’clock on Tuesday morning, Mrs. Golding went upstairs to her niece and asked her to get up, as the noises and chaos were so intense that she could no longer stay in the house. At that moment, all the tables, chairs, drawers, etc., were tumbling around. When Mrs. Pain came downstairs, it was beyond description. Their only option was to leave the house, fearing the same disaster that had been anticipated the morning before at Mrs. Golding’s. As a result of this decision, Mrs. Golding and her maid went over to Richard Fowler’s. After Mrs. Golding’s maid ensured she was safe at Richard Fowler’s, she returned to Mrs. Pain to help her dress the children in the barn, where she had taken them to avoid the possibility of the house collapsing. At that time, everything was quiet. They then went to Fowler’s, and the same scene began to unfold as had happened at the other locations. It's worth noting that everything was quiet here as well as elsewhere until the maid returned.”

“When they got to Mr. Fowler’s, he began to light a fire in his back room. When done, he put the candle and candlestick upon a table in the fore-room. This apartment Mrs. Golding and her maid had passed through. Another candlestick, with a tin lamp in it, that stood by it, were both dashed together, and fell to the ground. A lantern, with which Mrs. Golding was lighted across the road, sprang from a hook to the ground, and a quantity of oil spilled on the floor. The last thing was, the basket of coals tumbled over, the coals rolling about the room The maid then desired Richard Fowler not to let her mistress remain there, as she said wherever she was the same things would follow. In consequence of this advice, and fearing greater losses to himself, he desired she would quit his house; but first begged her to consider within herself, for her own and the public’s sake, whether or not she had been guilty of some atrocious crime, for which Providence was determined to pursue her on this side of the grave: for he could not help thinking she was the object that was to be made an example to posterity, by the all-seeing eye of Providence, for crimes which but too often none but that Providence can penetrate, and by such means as these bring to light.

“When they arrived at Mr. Fowler’s, he started to light a fire in his back room. Once he was finished, he placed the candle and candlestick on a table in the front room. This was the room that Mrs. Golding and her maid had passed through. Another candlestick, with a tin lamp beside it, got knocked over and fell to the floor. A lantern that Mrs. Golding used to cross the road fell from its hook and spilled oil everywhere. The last incident was when the basket of coals tipped over, scattering coals all around the room. The maid then asked Richard Fowler not to let her mistress stay there, as she said the same things would keep happening wherever she went. Because of this advice and fearing further losses, he told her to leave his house; but he first urged her to reflect on whether she had committed some terrible crime that Providence was intent on pursuing her for, even beyond this life: he couldn't shake the thought that she was the one designated to serve as a warning to future generations by the all-seeing eye of Providence, for offenses that often only Providence can uncover and expose in this way."

“Thus was the poor gentlewoman’s measure of affliction complete, not only to have undergone all which has been related, but to have added to it the character of a bad and wicked woman, when till this time she was esteemed as a most deserving person. In candor to Fowler, he could not be blamed. What could he do? what would any man have done that was so circumstanced? Mrs. Golding soon satisfied him: she told him she would not stay in his house or any other person’s, as her conscience was quite clear, and she could as well wait the will of Providence in her own house as in any other place whatever; upon which she and her maid went home. Mr. Pain went with them. After they had got to Mrs. Golding’s the last time, the same transactions once more began upon the remains that were left.

“Thus, the poor woman's suffering was complete, not only having gone through everything mentioned but also being labeled as a bad and wicked person when up until then she was considered quite deserving. In fairness to Fowler, he couldn’t really be blamed. What could he do? What would any man have done in his situation? Mrs. Golding quickly made her stance clear: she told him she wouldn’t stay in his house or anyone else's since her conscience was clear, and she could wait for Providence just as well in her own home as anywhere else. With that, she and her maid went home. Mr. Pain accompanied them. After they arrived at Mrs. Golding's for the last time, the same events started up again regarding the remains that were left.”

“A nine-gallon cask of beer, that was in the cellar, the door being open, and no person near it, turned upside down. A pail of water, that stood on the floor, boiled like a pot! A box of candles fell from a shelf in the kitchen to the floor; they rolled out, but none were broke: and a round mahogany table overset in the parlor.

“A nine-gallon cask of beer that was in the cellar turned upside down, with the door open and no one around. A bucket of water on the floor boiled like a pot! A box of candles fell from a shelf in the kitchen to the floor; they rolled out, but none were broken. Plus, a round mahogany table tipped over in the parlor."

“Mr. Pain then desired Mrs. Golding to send her maid for his wife to come to them. When she was gone, all was quiet. Upon her return she was immediately discharged, and no disturbances have happened since. This was between six and seven o’clock on Tuesday morning.

“Mr. Pain then asked Mrs. Golding to send her maid to call his wife to them. Once she left, everything was quiet. When she came back, she was immediately let go, and there haven’t been any disturbances since. This happened between six and seven o’clock on Tuesday morning.”

“At Mrs. Golding’s were broke the quantity of three pailfuls of glass, china, &c. At Mrs. Pain’s they filled two pails.

“At Mrs. Golding’s, they broke three pails full of glass, china, etc. At Mrs. Pain’s, they filled two pails.”

“Thus ends the narrative—a true, circumstantial, and faithful account of which we have laid before the public; and have endeavored as much as possible, throughout the whole, to state only facts, without presuming to obtrude any opinion on them. If we have in part hinted anything that may appear unfavorable to the girl, it is not from a determination to charge her with the cause, right or wrong, but only from a strict adherence to truth, most sincerely wishing this extraordinary affair may be unravelled.

“Thus ends the story—a true, detailed, and honest account that we have presented to the public; and we have tried as much as possible, throughout the entire narrative, to state only facts, without imposing any opinions on them. If we have suggested anything that might seem negative about the girl, it is not meant to blame her for the situation, whether right or wrong, but rather from a commitment to honesty, sincerely hoping that this extraordinary case will be resolved.”

“The above narrative is absolutely and strictly true, in witness whereof we have set our hands this eleventh day of January, 1772:—

“The above story is completely and totally true, and to prove this, we have signed our names on this eleventh day of January, 1772:—

Mary Golding,
John Pain,
Mary Pain,
Richard Fowler,
Sarah Fowler,
Mary Martin.”

“The original copy of this narrative, signed as above, with the parties’ own hands, was put into the hands of Mr. Marks, bookseller, in St. Martin’s Lane, to satisfy persons who choose to inspect the same.”

“The original copy of this narrative, signed as above, with the parties’ own hands, was given to Mr. Marks, a bookseller on St. Martin’s Lane, for those who wish to look it over.”

Such phenomena as this of the Stockwell ghost are by no means uncommon, and I am acquainted with many more instances than I can allude to here. One occurred very lately in the neighborhood of London, as I learned from the following newspaper paragraph. I subsequently heard that the little girl had been sent away; but whether the phenomena then ceased, or whether she carried the disturbance with her, I have not been able to ascertain, nor does it appear certain that she had anything to do with it:—

Such events like the Stockwell ghost are actually quite common, and I know many more examples than I can mention here. One happened recently near London, as I found out from the following newspaper article. I later heard that the little girl was sent away; however, I couldn't find out if the occurrences stopped or if she took the disturbance with her. It's also not clear if she was involved at all:—

A Mischievous and Mysterious Ghost.—(From a correspondent.)—The whole of the neighborhood of Black Lion-lane, Bayswater, is ringing with the extraordinary occurrences that have recently happened in the house of a Mr. Williams, in the Moscow-road, and which bear a strong resemblance to the celebrated Stockwell ghost affair in 1772. The house is inhabited by Mr. and Mrs. Williams, a grown-up son and daughter, and a little girl between ten and eleven years of age. On the first day, the family, who are remarkable for their piety, were startled all at once by a mysterious movement among the things in the sitting-rooms and kitchen, and other parts of the house. At one time, without any visible agency, one of the jugs came off the hook over the dresser, and was broken; then followed another, and next day another. A china teapot, with the tea just made in it, and placed on the mantel-piece, whisked off on to the floor, and was smashed. A pewter one, which had been substituted immediately after, did the same, and, when put on the table, was seen to hop about as if bewitched, and was actually held down while the tea was made for Mr. Williams’s breakfast, before leaving for his place of business. When for a time all had been quiet, off came from its place on the wall, a picture in a heavy gilt frame, and fell to the floor without being broken. All was now amazement and terror, for the old people are very superstitious, and ascribing it to a supernatural agency, the other pictures were removed, and stowed away on the floor. But the spirit of locomotion was not to be arrested. Jugs and plates continued at intervals to quit their posts, and skip off their hooks and shelves into the middle of the room, as though they were inspired by the magic flute, and at supper, when the little girl’s mug was filled with beer, the mug slided off the table on to the floor. Three times it was replaced, and three times it moved off again. It would be tedious to relate the fantastic tricks which have been played by household articles of every kind. An Egyptian vase jumped off the table suddenly, when no soul was near, and was smashed to pieces. The teakettle popped off the fire into the grate as Mr. Williams had filled the teapot, which fell off the chimney-piece. Candlesticks, after a dance on the table, flew off, and ornaments from the shelves, and bonnets and cap-boxes flung about in the oddest manner. A looking-glass hopped off a dressing-table, followed by combs and brushes and several bottles, and a great pincushion has been remarkably conspicuous for its incessant jigs from one part to another. The little girl, who is a Spaniard, and under the care of Mr. and Mrs. Williams, is supposed by their friends to be the cause of it all, however extraordinary it may seem in one of her age, but up to the present time it continues a mystery, and the modus operandi is invisible.”—Morning Post.

A Playful and Mysterious Ghost.—(From a correspondent.)—The entire neighborhood of Black Lion Lane, Bayswater, is buzzing with the strange events that have recently occurred in the house of Mr. Williams on Moscow Road, which closely resemble the famous Stockwell ghost incident from 1772. The house is occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Williams, their adult son and daughter, and a little girl around ten or eleven years old. On the first day, the family, known for their strong faith, was suddenly startled by mysterious movements happening among the items in the sitting rooms, kitchen, and elsewhere in the house. At one point, without any apparent cause, one of the jugs fell off its hook over the dresser and shattered; then another followed, and the next day, yet another. A china teapot, freshly filled with tea and placed on the mantelpiece, unexpectedly flew off the shelf and crashed to the floor. A pewter teapot that was quickly swapped in did the same, and when it was set down on the table, it appeared to bounce around as if enchanted, staying down only while Mr. Williams had his breakfast before heading to work. After a spell of quiet, a picture in a heavy gilt frame suddenly came off the wall and dropped to the floor without breaking. This left everyone astonished and terrified, as the older residents were quite superstitious. Believing it was supernatural, they removed all the other pictures and stored them on the floor. But the activity didn't stop. Jugs and plates continued to leap from their places, seemingly under some magical influence, and during supper, when the little girl's mug was filled with beer, it slid off the table and hit the floor. It was placed back three times, and each time it moved away again. It would be tedious to recount all the bizarre antics played by household items of every kind. An Egyptian vase suddenly jumped off the table when no one was nearby and smashed into pieces. The teakettle flew from the fire into the grate as Mr. Williams filled the teapot, which then fell off the mantel. Candlesticks danced on the table before launching into the air, ornaments flew off the shelves, and bonnets and cap-boxes were tossed around in the strangest ways. A mirror leaped off a dressing table, followed by combs, brushes, several bottles, and a large pincushion that was particularly noted for its constant movements from one spot to another. The little girl, who is Spanish and under the care of Mr. and Mrs. Williams, is believed by their friends to be the source of all this, no matter how unusual it may sound for someone her age, but to this day, it remains a mystery, and the MO or method is unseen.”—Morning Update.

To imagine that these extraordinary effects were produced by the voluntary agency of the child, furnishes one of those remarkable instances of the credulity of the skeptical, to which I have referred. But when we read a true statement of the effects involuntarily exhibited by Angelique Cottin, we begin to see that it is just possible the other strange phenomena may be provided by a similar agency.

To think that these incredible effects were caused by the child's voluntary actions shows just how easily the skeptical can be deceived, as I mentioned before. But when we read an accurate account of the effects that Angelique Cottin displayed without meaning to, we start to realize that it’s quite possible that other strange happenings might also stem from a similar source.

The French Academy of Sciences had determined, as they had formerly done by Mesmerism, that the thing should not be true. Monsieur Arago was nonsuited; but although it is extremely possible that either the phenomenon had run its course and arrived at a natural termination, or that the removal of the girl to Paris had extinguished it, there appears no doubt that it had previously existed.

The French Academy of Sciences had decided, as they had previously done with Mesmerism, that it shouldn't be believed. Monsieur Arago was dismissed; however, while it’s quite possible that the phenomenon had naturally come to an end, or that moving the girl to Paris had put an end to it, there is no doubt that it had existed before.

Angelique Cottin was a native of La Perriere, aged fourteen, when, on the 15th of January, 1846, at eight o’clock in the evening, while weaving silk-gloves at an oaken frame, in company with other girls, the frame began to jerk, and they could not by any efforts keep it steady. It seemed as if it were alive, and becoming alarmed, they called in the neighbors, who would not believe them; but desired them to sit down and go on with their work. Being timid, they went one by one, and the frame remained still till Angelique approached, when it recommenced its movements, while she was also attracted by the frame: thinking she was bewitched or possessed, her parents took her to the presbytery that the spirit might be exorcised. The curate, however, being a sensible man, refused to do it, but set himself, on the contrary, to observe the phenomenon, and being perfectly satisfied of the fact, he bade them take her to a physician.

Angelique Cottin was a 14-year-old girl from La Perriere when, on January 15, 1846, at 8 PM, while weaving silk gloves with other girls at an oak frame, the frame started to jerk, and no matter what they did, they couldn't keep it steady. It felt like it was alive, and they got so scared that they called their neighbors, who didn’t believe them and told them to sit down and keep working. Scared, they went back one by one, and the frame stayed still until Angelique got close, at which point it started moving again. Thinking she was cursed or possessed, her parents took her to the presbytery to have the spirit exorcised. However, the curate, being a reasonable man, refused to do it and instead decided to observe the phenomenon. Fully convinced that something unusual was happening, he advised them to take her to a doctor.

Meanwhile, the intensity of the influence, whatever it was, augmented; not only articles made of oak, but all sorts of things were acted upon by it and reacted upon her, while persons who were near her, even without contact, frequently felt electric shocks. The effects, which were diminished when she was on a carpet or a waxed cloth, were most remarkable when she was on the bare earth. They sometimes entirely ceased for two or three days, and then recommenced. Metals were not affected. Anything touched by her apron or dress would fly off, although a person held it; and Monsieur Hebert, while seated on a heavy tub or trough, was raised up with it. In short, the only place she could repose on, was a stone covered with cork; they also kept her still by isolating her. When she was fatigued the effects diminished. A needle suspended horizontally, oscillated rapidly with the motion of her arm, without contact, or remained fixed, while deviating from the magnetic direction. Great numbers of enlightened medical and scientific men witnessed these phenomena, and investigated them with every precaution to prevent imposition. She was often hurt by the violent involuntary movements she was thrown into, and was evidently afflicted by chorea.

Meanwhile, the intensity of the influence, whatever it was, increased; not just oak items, but all kinds of things were affected by it and interacted with her. Even people nearby felt electric shocks without needing to touch her. The effects, which were lessened when she stood on a carpet or waxed surface, were most noticeable when she was on bare ground. Sometimes the effects would completely stop for a couple of days, then start again. Metals were not influenced. Anything her apron or dress touched would fly off, even if someone was holding it, and Monsieur Hebert, while sitting on a heavy tub or trough, was lifted along with it. Essentially, the only place she could rest was on a stone covered with cork; they also kept her still by isolating her. When she was tired, the effects faded. A needle hanging horizontally oscillated rapidly with the movement of her arm without contact or stayed still while shifting from the magnetic direction. Many knowledgeable medical and scientific experts observed these phenomena and investigated them very carefully to avoid deception. She often suffered from the intense involuntary movements she was thrown into and was clearly affected by chorea.

Unfortunately, her parents, poor and ignorant, insisted much against the advice of the doctors, on exhibiting her for money; and under these circumstances, she was brought to Paris; and nothing is more probable than that after the phenomena had really ceased, the girl may have been induced to simulate what had originally been genuine. The thing avowedly ceased altogether on the 10th of April, and there has been no return of it.

Unfortunately, her parents, poor and uneducated, insisted against the doctors' advice on showing her off for money. Because of this, she was taken to Paris, and it’s very likely that after the real phenomena stopped, the girl might have been encouraged to fake what had once been genuine. The occurrences completely stopped on April 10th, and there’s been no sign of them returning.

In 1831, a young girl, also aged fourteen, who lived as under nursery-maid in a French family, exhibited the same phenomena, and when the case of Angelique Cottin was made public, her master published hers. He says that things of such an extraordinary nature occurred as he dare not repeat, since none but an eye-witness could believe them. The thing lasted for three years, and there was ample time for observation.

In 1831, a fourteen-year-old girl who worked as a nursery maid for a French family showed the same strange phenomena, and when Angelique Cottin's case became known, her employer shared her experiences. He stated that extraordinary events occurred that he wouldn’t dare recount, as only someone who witnessed them could believe it. This went on for three years, providing plenty of time for observation.

In the year 1686, a man at Brussels, called Breekmans, was similarly affected. A commission was appointed by the magistrates to investigate his condition; and, being pronounced a sorcerer, he would have been burnt, had he not luckily made his escape.

In 1686, a man named Breekmans in Brussels experienced a similar situation. The magistrates set up a commission to look into his condition, and after being declared a sorcerer, he would have been burned at the stake if he hadn't managed to escape.

Many somnambulic persons are capable of giving an electric shock; and I have met with one person, not somnambulic, who informs me that he has frequently been able to do it by an effort of the will.

Many sleepwalkers can produce an electric shock; and I met one person, who isn’t a sleepwalker, who tells me that he has often been able to do it with just a strong will.

Dr. Ennemoser relates the case of a Mademoiselle Emmerich, sister to the professor of theology at Strasburg, who also possessed this power. This young lady, who appears to have been a person of very rare merit and endowments, was afflicted with a long and singular malady, originating in a fright, in the course of which she exhibited many very curious phenomena, having fallen into a state of natural somnambulism, accompanied by a high degree of lucidity. Her body became so surcharged with electricity, that it was necessary to her relief to discharge it; and she sometimes imparted a complete battery of shocks to her brother and her physician, or whoever was near her, and that frequently when they did not touch her. Professor Emmerich mentions also that she sent him a smart shock, one day, when he was several rooms off. He started up and rushed into her chamber, where she was in bed; and as soon as she saw him she said, laughing: “Ah, you felt it, did you?” Mademoiselle Emmerich’s illness terminated in death.

Dr. Ennemoser shares the story of Mademoiselle Emmerich, the sister of the theology professor at Strasburg, who also had this ability. This young woman, who seems to have been an exceptional person with unique talents, suffered from a long and unusual illness that started after a fright. Throughout her condition, she displayed many intriguing phenomena, entering a state of natural sleepwalking, coupled with a high level of awareness. Her body became so charged with electricity that she needed to release it; sometimes, she would deliver a complete shock to her brother, her doctor, or anyone nearby, often without them even touching her. Professor Emmerich also noted that she shocked him one day while he was several rooms away. He jumped up and rushed into her room, where she was in bed, and as soon as she saw him, she laughed and said, “Ah, you felt it, did you?” Mademoiselle Emmerich's illness ultimately ended in her death.

Cotugno, a surgeon, relates that, having touched with his scalpel the intercostal nerve of a mouse that had bitten his leg, he received an electric shock; and where the torpedo abounds, the fishermen, in pouring water over the fish they have caught for the purpose of washing them, know if one is among them by the shock they sustain.

Cotugno, a surgeon, shares that after he touched the intercostal nerve of a mouse that had bitten his leg, he felt an electric shock. When it comes to the torpedo fish, fishermen know if they’ve caught one by the shock they get when they pour water over the fish to wash them.

A very extraordinary circumstance, which we may possibly attribute to some such influence as the above, occurred at Rambouillet in November, 1846. The particulars are furnished by a gentleman residing on the spot at the time, and were published by the Baron Dupotel—who, however, attempts no explanation of the mystery:—

A very unusual incident, which we might attribute to some influence like the one mentioned above, happened in Rambouillet in November 1846. The details come from a gentleman who lived there at the time and were published by Baron Dupotel—who, however, does not try to explain the mystery:—

One morning some travelling merchants, or pedlars, came to the door of a farmhouse, belonging to a man named Bottel, and asked for some bread, which the maid-servant gave them, and they went away. Subsequently one of the party returned to ask for more, and was refused. The man, I believe, expressed some resentment and uttered vague threats, but she would not give him anything and he departed. That night at supper the plates began to dance and roll off the table, without any visible cause, and several other unaccountable phenomena occurred; and the girl going to the door and chancing to place herself just where the pedlar had stood, she was seized with convulsions and an extraordinary rotatory motion. The carter who was standing by laughed at her, and out of bravado placed himself on the same spot, when he felt almost suffocated, and was so unable to command his movements that he was overturned into a large pool in front of the house.

One morning, some traveling merchants, or peddlers, arrived at the door of a farmhouse owned by a man named Bottel and asked for some bread, which the maid gave them before they left. Later, one of them came back to ask for more and was refused. The man seemed upset and made vague threats, but she still wouldn’t give him anything, and he left. That night at dinner, the plates started to dance and roll off the table for no apparent reason, along with several other strange occurrences. When the girl went to the door and happened to stand in the exact spot where the peddler had been, she was suddenly seized with convulsions and an unusual spinning motion. The carter standing nearby laughed at her and, out of bravado, chose to stand in the same spot, but he felt nearly suffocated and couldn’t control his movements, which caused him to fall into a large puddle in front of the house.

Upon this they rushed to the curé of the parish for assistance; but he had scarcely said a prayer or two before he was attacked in the same manner, though in his own house; and his furniture beginning to oscillate and crack as if it were bewitched, the poor people were frightened out of their wits.

Upon this, they hurried to the parish priest for help; but he had barely said a prayer or two before he was assaulted in the same way, even in his own home; and as his furniture started to shake and creak as if it were cursed, the poor people were scared out of their minds.

By-and-by the phenomena intermitted, and they hoped all was over; but presently it began again, and this occurred more than once before it subsided wholly.

By and by, the phenomena stopped, and they hoped it was all over; but soon it started again, and this happened more than once before it completely settled down.

On the 8th December, 1836, at Stuttgard, Carl Fischer, a baker’s boy, aged seventeen, of steady habits and good character, was fixed with a basket on his shoulders, in some unaccountable way, in front of his master’s house. He foresaw the thing was to happen when he went out with his bread very early in the morning; earnestly wished that the day was over, and told his companion that if he could only cross the threshold, on his return, he should escape it. It was about six when he did return; and his master, hearing a fearful noise which he could not describe—“as if proceeding from a multitude of beings”—looked out of the window, where he saw Carl violently struggling and fighting with his apron, though his feet were immoveably fixed to one spot. A hissing sound proceeded from his mouth and nose, and a voice, which was neither his nor that of any person present, was heard to cry, “Stand fast, Carl!” The master says that he could not have believed such a thing; and he was so alarmed that he did not venture into the street, where numerous persons were assembled. The boy said he must remain there till eleven o’clock; and the police kept guard over him till that time, as the physician said he must not be interfered with, and the people sought to push him from the spot. When the time had expired, he was carried to the hospital, where he seemed exceedingly exhausted and fell into a profound sleep.

On December 8, 1836, in Stuttgart, Carl Fischer, a 17-year-old baker's boy with good habits and character, found himself inexplicably stuck with a basket on his shoulders in front of his master's house. He had an uneasy feeling that something would happen when he went out with the bread very early in the morning, wishing the day was over, and telling his friend that if he could just get back inside, he would escape whatever was coming. When he returned around six, his master heard a terrifying noise he couldn’t quite describe—“like it was coming from a crowd” —and looked out the window to see Carl struggling violently with his apron, even though his feet were firmly planted in one spot. A hissing sound came from his mouth and nose, and a voice that wasn’t his or anyone else’s nearby shouted, “Stand fast, Carl!” His master said he never would have believed such a thing, and he was so frightened he didn’t dare go into the street, where a crowd had gathered. The boy insisted he had to stay there until eleven o’clock, and the police kept watch over him until then, as the doctor said he shouldn’t be disturbed while people tried to pull him away from that spot. When the time finally came, he was taken to the hospital, where he appeared extremely drained and fell into a deep sleep.

I meet with numerous extraordinary records of a preternatural ringing of all the bells in a house; sometimes occurring periodically for a considerable time, and continuing after precautions have been taken which precluded the possibility of trick or deception, the wires being cut, and vigilant eyes watching them; and yet they rung on, by day or night, just the same.

I come across many remarkable accounts of an otherworldly ringing of all the bells in a house; sometimes happening regularly for a long time, and continuing even after measures were taken to eliminate the chance of a trick or deception, with the wires cut and watchful eyes on them; yet they kept ringing on, day or night, just the same.

It is certainly very difficult to conceive, but at the same time it is not impossible, that such strange phenomena as that of the Stockwell ghost, and many similar ones, may be the manifestations of some extraordinary electrical influence; but there are other cases of poltergeist which it is impossible to attribute to the same cause, since they are accompanied by evident manifestations of will and intelligence. Such was the instance related in Southey’s Life of Wesley, which occurred in the year 1716, beginning with a groaning, and subsequently proceeding to all manner of noises, lifting of latches, clattering of windows, knockings of a most mysterious kind, &c., &c. The family were not generally frightened, but the young children, when asleep, showed symptoms of great terror. This annoyance lasted, I think, two or three months, and then ceased. As in most of these cases, the dog was extremely frightened, and hid himself when the visitations commenced.

It’s definitely hard to imagine, but at the same time, it’s not impossible, that strange occurrences like the Stockwell ghost and others may be caused by some unusual electrical energy; however, there are other poltergeist cases that can’t be explained in the same way, since they show clear signs of will and intelligence. One such example is found in Southey's Life of Wesley, which took place in 1716, starting with groaning sounds and then escalating to various noises, door latches being lifted, windows rattling, and mysterious knockings, etc. The family generally wasn’t scared, but the young kids showed signs of great fear while asleep. This disturbance lasted, I believe, two to three months, and then stopped. As with most of these incidents, the dog was very frightened and hid once the disturbances started.

In the year 1838, a circumstance of the same kind occurred in Paris, in the Rue St. Honoré; and not very long ago there was one in Caithness, in which most unaccountable circumstances transpired. Among the rest, stones were flung, which never hit people, but fell at their feet, in rooms perfectly closed on all sides. A gentleman who witnessed these extraordinary phenomena, related the whole story to an advocate of my acquaintance, who assured me that, however impossible he found it to credit such things, he should certainly place entire reliance on that gentleman’s word in any other case.

In 1838, a similar event happened in Paris, on Rue St. Honoré; and not long ago, there was one in Caithness with very strange occurrences. Among other things, stones were thrown that never struck anyone but landed at their feet in completely sealed rooms. A man who saw these unusual phenomena shared the whole story with a lawyer I know, who told me that, although he found it hard to believe such things, he would definitely trust that man's word in any other situation.

Then there is the famous story of the drummer of Tedworth;[6] and the persecution of Professor Schuppart, at Giessen, in Upper Hesse, which continued, with occasional intermission, for six years. This affair began with a violent knocking at the door one night; next day stones were sent whizzing through closed rooms in all directions, so that, although no one was struck, the windows were all broken; and no sooner were new panes put in, than they were broken again. He was persecuted with slaps on the face, by day and by night, so that he could get no rest; and when two persons were appointed by the authorities to sit by his bed to watch him, they got the slaps also. When he was reading at his desk, his lamp would suddenly rise up and remove to the other end of the room—not as if thrown, but evidently carried. His books were torn to pieces and flung at his feet; and when he was lecturing, this mischievous sprite would tear out the leaf he was reading; and it is very remarkable, that the only thing that seemed available as a protection, was a drawn sword brandished over his head by himself or others, which was one of the singularities attending the case of the drummer of Tedworth. Schuppart narrated all these circumstances in his public lectures, and nobody ever disputed the facts.

Then there's the well-known story of the drummer of Tedworth;[6] and the harassment of Professor Schuppart in Giessen, Upper Hesse, which went on, with occasional breaks, for six years. This started one night with loud banging on the door; the next day, stones were flying through closed rooms in all directions, breaking every window despite no one being hit. As soon as new panes were installed, they were smashed again. He was tormented with slaps on the face, day and night, which left him unable to rest; when two people were assigned by the authorities to watch over him in his bed, they got slapped too. While he was at his desk reading, his lamp would suddenly float to the other end of the room—not as if it was thrown, but clearly carried. His books were shredded and tossed at his feet, and during his lectures, this mischievous spirit would rip out the page he was reading. It's quite remarkable that the only thing that seemed to provide any protection was a drawn sword waved over his head by him or others, which was one of the odd details of the drummer of Tedworth's case. Schuppart recounted all these events during his public lectures, and nobody ever challenged the facts.

A remarkable case of this sort occurred in the year 1670, at Keppock, near Glasgow. There, also, stones were thrown which hit nobody, but the annoyance only continued eight days; and there are several more to be found recorded in works of that period. The disturbance that happened in the house of Gilbert Cambell, at Glenluce, excited considerable notice. Here, as elsewhere, stones were thrown; but, as in most similar instances I meet with, no human being was damaged—the license of these spirits, or goblins, or whatever they be, seeming to extend no further than worrying and tormenting their victims. In this case, however, the spirit spoke to them, though he was never seen. The annoyance commenced in November, of the year 1654, I think, and continued till April, when there was some intermission till July, when it recommenced. The loss of the family from the things destroyed was ruining; for their household goods and chattels were rendered useless, their food was polluted and spoiled, and their very clothes cut to pieces while on their backs, by invisible hands; and it was in vain that all the ministers about the country assembled to exorcise this troublesome spirit, for whoever was there the thing continued exactly the same.

A notable case like this happened in 1670, at Keppock, near Glasgow. There, stones were thrown that didn't hit anyone, but the annoyance lasted for only eight days; more incidents like this can be found documented in works from that time. The disturbance in the home of Gilbert Cambell, at Glenluce, drew a lot of attention. Here, as in other similar cases, stones were thrown; yet, like most instances I’ve encountered, no one was harmed—the mischief caused by these spirits or goblins seemed limited to bothering and tormenting their victims. In this instance, however, the spirit communicated with them, although it was never seen. The trouble began in November of 1654, I believe, and lasted until April, with a break before it started again in July. The family's losses from the destruction were devastating; their household items and belongings became useless, their food was contaminated and spoiled, and even their clothes were torn apart while they were wearing them, by unseen hands. All the ministers from the surrounding area gathered to exorcise this troublesome spirit, but no matter who was there, things remained exactly the same.

At length poor Cambell applied to the synod of presbyters for advice; and a meeting was convened in October, 1655, and a solemn day of humiliation was imposed through the whole bounds of the presbytery, for the sake of the afflicted family. Whether it was owing to this or not, there ensued an alleviation from that time till April, and from April till August they were entirely free, and hoped all was over; but then it began again worse than ever, and they were dreadfully tormented through the autumn; after which the disturbance ceased, and although the family lived in the house many years afterward, nothing of the sort ever happened again.

Eventually, poor Campbell reached out to the synod of presbyters for guidance. A meeting was held in October 1655, and a serious day of humiliation was set for the entire presbytery, in support of the troubled family. Whether this was the reason or not, there was some relief from that point until April, and from April to August, they were completely free, believing it was all over. However, it started again, worse than ever, and they were severely troubled throughout the autumn. After that, the disturbances stopped, and although the family lived in the house for many more years, nothing like that ever happened again.

There was another famous case, which occurred at a place called Ring-Croft, in Kirkcudbright, in the year 1695. The afflicted family bore the name of Mackie. In this instance, the stones did sometimes hit them, and they were beaten as if by staves; they, as well as strangers who came to the house, were lifted off the ground by their clothes; their bed-coverings were taken off their beds; things were visibly carried about the house by invisible hands; several people were hurt, even to the effusion of blood, by stones and blows; there were fire-balls seen about the house, which were several times ignited; people, both of the family and others, felt themselves grasped as if by a hand; then there was groaning, crying, whistling, and a voice that frequently spoke to them. Crowds of people went to the house; but the thing continued just the same whether there were many or few, and sometimes the whole building shook as if it were coming down.

There was another famous case that took place at a place called Ring-Croft in Kirkcudbright in 1695. The family involved was called the Mackies. In this case, stones would sometimes hit them, and they were beaten as if by sticks; they, along with visitors to the house, were lifted off the ground by their clothes; their bedcovers were ripped off their beds; objects were visibly moved around the house by invisible hands; several people were injured, even to the point of bleeding, from stones and blows; fireballs were seen around the house and ignited multiple times; both family members and others felt themselves grabbed as if by a hand; there were groans, cries, whistling, and a voice that frequently spoke to them. Crowds of people came to the house, but the disturbances continued just the same whether there were many or few, and sometimes the entire building shook as if it were about to collapse.

A day of humiliation was appointed in this case also, but without the least effect. The disturbance commenced in February, and ended on the 1st of May. Numberless people witnessed the phenomenon, and the account of it is attested by fourteen ministers and gentlemen.

A day of humiliation was set for this case as well, but it had no real effect. The disturbance started in February and ended on May 1st. Countless people saw the phenomenon, and fourteen ministers and gentlemen have confirmed the account.

The same sort of thing occurred in the year 1659, in a place inhabited by an evangelical bishop, called Schlotterbeck. It began in the same manner, by throwing of stones and other things, many of which came through the roof, insomuch that they believed at first that some animal was concealed there. However, nothing could be found, and the invisible guest soon proceeded to other annoyances similar to those abovementioned; and though they could not see him, his footsteps were for ever heard about the house. At length, wearied out, the bishop applied to the government for aid; and they sent him a company of soldiers to guard the house by day and night, out of which he and his family retired. But the goblin cared no more for the soldiers than it had done for the city watch; the thing continued without intermission, whoever was there, till it ceased of its own accord. There was a house at Aix-la-Chapelle that was for several years quite uninhabitable from a similar cause.

The same kind of thing happened in 1659, in a place where an evangelical bishop named Schlotterbeck lived. It started similarly, with stones and other objects being tossed around, many of which came through the roof, leading them to initially believe some animal was hiding there. However, nothing could be found, and the invisible presence soon began causing other disturbances like those mentioned earlier; even though they couldn't see him, his footsteps were always heard around the house. Eventually, feeling exhausted, the bishop asked the government for help, and they sent a group of soldiers to guard the house day and night, forcing him and his family to leave. But the goblin paid no more attention to the soldiers than it had to the city watch; it continued without interruption, no matter who was there, until it eventually stopped on its own. There was a house in Aix-la-Chapelle that was uninhabitable for several years due to a similar issue.

I could mention many other cases, and, as I have said before, they occur in all countries; but these will suffice as specimens of the class. It is in vain for people who were not on the spot to laugh, and assert that these were the mischievous tricks of servants or others, when those who were there, and who had such a deep interest in unravelling the mystery, and such abundance of time and opportunity for doing it, could find no solution whatever. In many of the above cases, the cattle were unloosed, the horses were turned out of their stables, and uniformly all the animals in the way exhibited great terror, sweating and trembling, while the visitation continued.

I could mention many other examples, and, as I've said before, they happen in every country; but these will be enough as examples of the group. It's pointless for people who weren't there to laugh and claim that these were just the pranks of servants or others, when those who were present, and who had a strong interest in solving the mystery, along with plenty of time and opportunity to do so, couldn't find any explanation at all. In many of the cases mentioned above, the cattle were let loose, the horses were released from their stables, and consistently all the animals seemed really frightened, sweating and trembling, while the disturbances lasted.

Since we can not but believe that man forms but one class in an immense range of existences, do not these strange occurrences suggest the idea that occasionally some individual out of this gamut of beings comes into rapport with us, or crosses our path like a comet, and that, while certain conditions last, it can hover about us, and play these puckish, mischievous tricks, till the charm is broken, and then it re-enters its own sphere, and we are cognizant of it no more!

Since we can't help but believe that humans are just one type in a vast range of existences, don't these strange events make you think that sometimes an individual from this spectrum of beings connects with us, or crosses our path like a comet? And that, while certain conditions exist, it can linger around us and play these fun, mischievous tricks until the spell is broken, after which it returns to its own realm, and we no longer notice it!

But one of the most extraordinary examples of this kind of annoyance is that which occurred, in the year 1806, in the castle of Prince Hohenlohe, in Silesia. The account is given at length by Councillor Hahn, of Ingelfingen, who witnessed the circumstances; and in consequence of the various remarks that have been since made on the subject, in different publications, he has repeatedly reasserted the facts in letters, which have been printed and laid before the public. I can not, therefore, see what right we have to disbelieve a man of honor and character, as he is said to be, merely because the circumstances he narrates are unaccountable, more especially as the story, strange as it is, by no means stands alone in the annals of demonology. The following details were written down at the time the events occurred, and they were communicated by Councillor Hahn to Dr. Kerner in the year 1828:—

But one of the most extraordinary examples of this kind of annoyance happened in 1806 at the castle of Prince Hohenlohe in Silesia. Councillor Hahn of Ingelfingen, who saw the events unfold, gives a detailed account. Due to the various comments that have been made since then in different publications, he has repeatedly confirmed the facts in letters that have been printed and shared with the public. Therefore, I don't see why we should disbelieve a man of honor and reputation, as he is said to be, simply because the events he describes are inexplicable, especially since the story, as unusual as it is, is not unique in the history of demonology. The following details were recorded at the time the events took place, and they were shared by Councillor Hahn with Dr. Kerner in 1828:—

“After the campaign of the Prussians against the French, in the year 1806, the reigning prince of Hohenlohe gave orders to Councillor Hahn, who was in his service, to proceed to Slawensick, and there to wait his return. His serene highness advanced from Leignitz toward his principality, and Hahn also commenced his journey toward Upper Silesia on the 19th November. At the same period, Charles Kern, of Kuntzlau, who had fallen into the hands of the French, being released on parole, and arriving at Leignitz in an infirm condition, he was allowed to spend some time with Hahn, while awaiting his exchange.

“After the Prussian campaign against the French in 1806, the ruling prince of Hohenlohe instructed Councillor Hahn, who worked for him, to head to Slawensick and wait for his return. His serene highness traveled from Leignitz toward his principality, and Hahn also began his journey to Upper Silesia on November 19. At the same time, Charles Kern from Kuntzlau, who had been captured by the French and was released on parole, arrived in Leignitz in poor health. He was allowed to stay with Hahn while waiting for his exchange.”

“Hahn and Kern had been friends in their youth, and their destinies having brought them both at this time into the Prussian states, they were lodged together in the same apartment of the castle, which was one on the first floor, forming an angle at the back of the building, one side looking toward the north and the other to the east. On the right of the door of this room was a glass door, which led into a chamber divided from those which followed by a wainscot partition. The door in this wainscot, which communicated to those adjoining rooms, was entirely closed up, because in them all sorts of household utensils were kept. Neither in this chamber, nor in the sitting-room which preceded it, was there any opening whatever which could furnish the means of communication from without; nor was there anybody in the castle besides the two friends, except the prince’s two coachmen and Hahn’s servant. The whole party were fearless people; and as for Hahn and Kern, they believed in nothing less than ghosts or witches, nor had any previous experience induced them to turn their thoughts in that direction. Hahn, during his collegiate life, had been much given to philosophy—had listened to Fichte, and earnestly studied the writings of Kant. The result of his reflections was a pure materialism; and he looked upon created man, not as an aim, but merely as a means to a yet undeveloped end. These opinions he has since changed, like many others who think very differently in their fortieth year to what they did in their twentieth. The particulars here given are necessary in order to obtain credence for the following extraordinary narrative; and to establish the fact that the phenomena were not merely accepted by ignorant superstition, but coolly and courageously investigated by enlightened minds. During the first days of their residence in the castle, the two friends, living together in solitude, amused their long evenings with the works of Schiller, of whom they were both great admirers; and Hahn usually read aloud. Three days had thus passed quietly away, when, as they were sitting at the table, which stood in the middle of the room, about nine o’clock in the evening, their reading was interrupted by a small shower of lime which fell around them. They looked at the ceiling, concluding it must have come thence, but could perceive no abraded parts; and while they were yet seeking to ascertain whence the lime had proceeded, there suddenly fell several larger pieces, which were quite cold, and appeared as if they had belonged to the external wall. At length, concluding the lime must have fallen from some part of the wall, giving up further inquiry, they went to bed, and slept quietly till morning, when, on awaking, they were somewhat surprised at the quantity which strewed the floor, more especially as they could still discover no part of the walls or ceiling from which it could have fallen. But they thought no more of the matter till evening, when, instead of the lime falling as before, it was thrown, and several pieces struck Hahn. At the same time they heard heavy blows, sometimes below, and sometimes over their heads, like the sound of distant guns; still, attributing these sounds to natural causes, they went to bed as usual, but the uproar prevented their sleeping, and each accused the other of occasioning it by kicking with his feet against the foot-board of his bed, till, finding that the noise continued when they both got out and stood together in the middle of the room, they were satisfied that this was not the case. On the following evening, a third noise was added, which resembled the faint and distant beating of a drum. Upon this, they requested the governess of the castle to send them the key of the apartments above and below, which was brought them by her son; and while he and Kern went to make their investigations, Hahn remained in their own room. Above, they found an empty room; below, a kitchen. They knocked, but the noise they made was very different to that which Hahn continued all the while to hear around him. When they returned, Hahn said, jestingly, ‘The place is haunted!’ On this night, when they went to bed, with a light burning, they heard what seemed like a person walking about the room with slippers on, and a stick, with which he struck the floor as he moved step by step. Hahn continued to jest, and Kern to laugh, at the oddness of these circumstances, for some time, when they both, as usual, fell asleep, neither in the slightest degree disturbed by these events, nor inclined to attribute them to any supernatural cause. But on the following evening the affair became more inexplicable: various articles in the room were thrown about; knives, forks, brushes, caps, slippers, padlocks, funnel, snuffers, soap—everything, in short, that was moveable; while lights darted from the corners, and everything was in confusion; at the same time, the lime fell and the blows continued. Upon this, the two friends called up the servants, Knittel, the castle watch, and whoever else was at hand, to be witnesses of these mysterious operations. In the morning all was quiet, and generally continued so till after midnight. One evening, Kern going into the chamber to fetch something, and hearing an uproar that almost drove him backward to the door, Hahn caught up the light, and both rushed into the room, where they found a large piece of wood lying close to the wainscot. But supposing this to be the cause of the noise, who had set it in motion? For Kern was sure the door was shut, even while the noise was making; neither had there been any wood in the room. Frequently, before their eyes, the knives and snuffers rose from the table, and fell, after some minutes, to the ground; and Hahn’s large shears were once lifted in this manner between him and one of the prince’s cooks, and falling to the ground, stuck into the floor. As some nights, however, passed quite quietly, Hahn was determined not to leave the rooms; but when, for three weeks, the disturbance was so constant that they could get no rest, they resolved on removing their beds into the large room above, in hopes of once more enjoying a little quiet sleep. Their hopes were vain—the thumping continued as before; and not only so, but articles flew about the room which they were quite sure they had left below. ‘They may fling as they will,’ cried Hahn, ‘sleep I must;’ while Kern began to undress, pondering on these matters as he walked up and down the room. Suddenly Hahn saw him stand, as if transfixed, before the looking-glass on which he had accidentally cast his eyes. He had so stood for some time, when he was seized with a violent trembling, and turned from the mirror with his face as white as death. Hahn, fancying the cold of an uninhabited room had seized him, hastened to throw a cloak over him, when Kern, who was naturally very courageous, recovered himself, and related, though with trembling lips, that as he had accidentally looked in the glass, he had seen a white female figure looking out of it; she was in front of his own image, which he distinctly saw behind her. At first he could not believe his eyes; he thought it must be fancy, and for that reason he had stood so long; but when he saw that the eyes of the figure moved, and looked into his, a shudder had seized him, and he had turned away. Hahn, upon this, advanced with firm steps to the front of the mirror, and called upon the apparition to show itself to him; but he saw nothing, although he remained a quarter of an hour before the glass, and frequently repeated his exhortation. Kern then related that the features of the apparition were very old, but not gloomy or morose; the expression was that of indifference; but the face was very pale, and the head was wrapped in a cloth which left only the features visible.

“Hahn and Kern had been friends in their youth, and now that fate had brought them both to the Prussian states, they were staying together in a castle apartment on the first floor, at the back of the building, with one side facing north and the other east. To the right of the room’s door was a glass door that led into a chamber separated from the following rooms by a wooden partition. The door in this partition, which connected to the adjoining rooms, was completely sealed off, as they held various household items. Neither in this chamber, nor in the sitting room before it, was there any opening that could allow communication from outside; and besides the two friends, the only others in the castle were the prince's two coachmen and Hahn’s servant. The whole group was fearless, and as for Hahn and Kern, they believed in nothing like ghosts or witches, nor had any past experiences led them to think otherwise. During his college years, Hahn had been very interested in philosophy—he had listened to Fichte and studied Kant’s writings intensely. His reflections resulted in a pure materialism; he viewed humanity not as an end, but merely as a means to a yet undiscovered purpose. He has since changed these views, like many others who think very differently at forty than they did at twenty. The details here are necessary to lend credibility to the extraordinary story that follows, and to demonstrate that the phenomena were not simply dismissed by ignorant superstition, but rigorously examined by enlightened individuals. During the first few days of their stay at the castle, the two friends, living in solitude, spent their long evenings enjoying the works of Schiller, whom they both admired; Hahn usually read aloud. Three days passed quietly, until one evening, while they were sitting at the table in the center of the room around nine o’clock, their reading was interrupted by a light shower of lime dust that fell around them. They looked up at the ceiling, assuming it must have come from there, but saw no wear or damage; and while they were trying to figure out where the lime was coming from, several larger pieces suddenly fell, quite cold, as if they had belonged to the outside wall. Finally, assuming the lime must have fallen from somewhere in the wall, they gave up their inquiry, went to bed, and slept soundly until morning. Upon waking, they were surprised to see the amount of lime scattered on the floor, especially since they still couldn’t identify any part of the walls or ceiling from which it could have fallen. However, they thought no more of it until that evening when, instead of lime falling again, it was thrown at them, with several pieces hitting Hahn. At the same time, they heard loud thuds, sometimes below them and sometimes overhead, resembling the sound of distant gunfire; yet, attributing these sounds to natural causes, they went to bed as usual. However, the noise kept them from sleeping, and they each accused the other of making it by kicking the footboard of his bed, until they realized the noise continued even when they both got out and stood together in the middle of the room, confirming it wasn’t just one of them. The following evening, they heard another strange sound, resembling a faint and distant drumbeat. They then asked the castle’s governess to send them the keys to the rooms above and below, which her son delivered to them; while he and Kern went to investigate, Hahn stayed in their room. Above, they found an empty room; below, a kitchen. They knocked, but the noise they made was very different from the sounds Hahn still heard around him. When they returned, Hahn joked, ‘The place is haunted!’ That night, as they got into bed with a light burning, they heard what sounded like someone walking around the room in slippers, tapping the floor with a stick as they took each step. Hahn kept joking, and Kern laughed at the odd situation, but eventually they both fell asleep, unbothered by these events, nor did they feel inclined to consider them supernatural. The next evening, however, things became even more bizarre: various items in the room were thrown around—knives, forks, brushes, caps, slippers, padlocks, a funnel, snuffers, soap—everything movable; lights flickered from the corners, and chaos ensued; meanwhile, the lime continued to fall and the thudding noise persisted. At this, the two friends called for the servants, Knittel, the castle watchman, and anyone else nearby to witness these mysterious happenings. In the morning, everything was quiet and stayed that way until after midnight. One evening, Kern went into the chamber to grab something and was nearly knocked back out by the noise he encountered. Hahn grabbed the light, and both rushed into the room to find a large piece of wood right next to the partition. But if that was the cause of the noise, who had moved it? Kern was sure the door had been shut while the noise was happening; there hadn’t been any wood in the room. Frequently, right before their eyes, knives and snuffers would rise from the table and then fall to the ground after a few minutes; Hahn's large shears were once lifted this way right before him and one of the prince’s cooks, then fell to the floor and stuck into it. Yet as some nights passed quietly, Hahn was determined not to leave the rooms. However, when the disturbances continued for three weeks, making it impossible for them to rest, they decided to move their beds into the larger room above, hoping to find a bit of peace. Their hopes were in vain—the banging went on just as before; but what was worse, objects flew around the room that they were certain they had left below. ‘They can toss whatever they want,’ cried Hahn, ‘I have to sleep,’ while Kern began to undress, contemplating all this as he walked around the room. Suddenly, Hahn saw Kern standing, as if frozen, in front of the mirror, where he had accidentally glanced. He stood like that for a while, then was overtaken by violent trembling and turned from the mirror, his face white as a sheet. Hahn, thinking the chill of an empty room had affected him, hurried to cover him with a cloak, but Kern, who was naturally quite brave, regained his composure and explained, albeit with trembling lips, that when he had looked in the glass, he saw a white female figure peering out at him; she stood in front of his own reflection, which he could clearly see behind her. At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes; he thought maybe he had imagined it, which was why he had stood there for so long; but when he saw the figure's eyes moving and staring back at him, he was overtaken by a shudder and turned away. Hahn, after this, stepped firmly to the front of the mirror and called for the apparition to reveal itself to him; but he saw nothing, even after standing there for a quarter of an hour and repeatedly urging it to show itself. Kern then described the apparition as having very old features, but not looking gloomy or sad; the expression was one of indifference, but the face was very pale, and her head was wrapped in cloth, leaving only her features visible.”

“By this time it was four o’clock in the morning; sleep was banished from their eyes, and they resolved to return to the lower room and have their beds brought back again: but the people who were sent to fetch them returned, declaring they could not open the door, although it did not appear to be fastened. They were sent back again; but a second and a third time they returned with the same answer. Then Hahn went himself, and opened it with the greatest ease. The four servants, however, solemnly declared that all their united strength could make no impression on it.

“By this time it was four o’clock in the morning; sleep was gone from their eyes, and they decided to go back to the lower room and have their beds brought back again. But the people who were sent to get them came back, saying they couldn’t open the door, even though it didn’t look locked. They were sent back again; but a second and a third time they returned with the same answer. Then Hahn went himself and opened it with ease. However, the four servants firmly stated that none of their combined strength could budge it.”

“In this way a month had elapsed: the strange events at the castle had got spread abroad; and among others who desired to convince themselves of the facts were two Bavarian officers of dragoons, namely, Captain Cornet and Lieutenant Magerle, of the regiment of Minuci. Magerle offering to remain in the room alone, the others left him; but scarcely had they passed into the next apartment, when they heard Magerle storming like a man in a passion, and cutting away at the tables and chairs with his sabre, whereupon the captain thought it advisable to return, in order to rescue the furniture from his rage. They found the door shut, but he opened it on their summons, and related, in great excitement, that as soon as they had quitted the room, some cursed thing had begun to fling lime and other matters at him, and, having examined every part of the room without being able to discover the agent of the mischief, he had fallen into a rage and cut madly about him.

“In this way, a month went by: the strange events at the castle had spread around, and among those who wanted to verify the facts were two Bavarian dragoon officers, Captain Cornet and Lieutenant Magerle from the Minuci regiment. Magerle volunteered to stay in the room alone, and the others left him; but hardly had they stepped into the next room when they heard Magerle yelling like a man in a fit of rage, slashing at the tables and chairs with his saber. The captain thought it best to go back and save the furniture from his fury. They found the door shut, but he opened it when they called out, and he told them, all worked up, that as soon as they had left the room, some cursed thing had started throwing lime and other stuff at him. After searching every part of the room without finding the source of the trouble, he had lost his temper and started swinging wildly.”

“The party now passed the rest of the evening together in the room, and the two Bavarians closely watched Hahn and Kern in order to satisfy themselves that the mystery was no trick of theirs. All at once, as they were quietly sitting at the table, the snuffers rose into the air and fell again to the ground behind Magerle, and a leaden ball flew at Hahn and hit him upon the breast, and presently afterward they heard a noise at the glass-door, as if somebody had struck his fist through it, together with a sound of falling glass. On investigation they found the door entire, but a broken drinking-glass on the floor. By this time the Bavarians were convinced, and they retired from the room to seek repose in one more peaceful.

“The group spent the rest of the evening together in the room, and the two Bavarians kept a close watch on Hahn and Kern to make sure the mystery wasn’t a trick of theirs. Suddenly, while they were sitting quietly at the table, the snuffers lifted into the air and fell back to the ground behind Magerle, and a lead ball flew at Hahn, hitting him in the chest. Soon after, they heard a noise at the glass door, as if someone had punched through it, followed by the sound of breaking glass. When they checked, they found the door intact, but a drinking glass shattered on the floor. By then, the Bavarians were convinced, and they left the room to find a more peaceful place to rest.”

“Among other things, the following, which occurred to Hahn, is remarkable. One evening about eight o’clock, being about to shave himself, the implements for the purpose, which were lying on a pyramidal stand in a corner of the room, flew at him, one after the other—the soap-box, the razor, the brush, and the soap—and fell at his feet, although he was standing several paces from the pyramid. He and Kern, who was sitting at the table, laughed, for they were now so accustomed to these events that they only made them subjects of diversion. In the meantime, Hahn poured some water, which had been standing on the stove, in a basin, observing, as he dipped his finger into it, that it was of a nice heat for shaving. He seated himself before the table and strapped his razor, but when he attempted to prepare the lather, the water was clean vanished out of the basin. Another time, Hahn was awakened by goblins throwing at him a squeezed-up piece of sheet-lead in which tobacco had been wrapped, and when he stooped to pick it up, the self-same piece was flung at him again. When this was repeated a third time, Hahn flung a heavy stick at his invisible assailant.

“Among other things, the following, which occurred to Hahn, is remarkable. One evening around eight o’clock, as he was about to shave, the tools he needed, which were sitting on a pyramid-shaped stand in a corner of the room, flew at him one after the other—the soap box, the razor, the brush, and the soap—and landed at his feet, even though he was standing several steps away from the pyramid. He and Kern, who was sitting at the table, laughed because they were now so used to these incidents that they just joked about them. Meanwhile, Hahn poured some water that had been sitting on the stove into a basin, noticing as he dipped his finger into it that it was just the right temperature for shaving. He sat down at the table and strapped his razor, but when he tried to prepare the lather, the water had completely vanished from the basin. Another time, Hahn was woken up by goblins throwing a crumpled piece of sheet lead at him, which had previously wrapped tobacco, and when he bent down to pick it up, the same piece was thrown at him again. When this happened a third time, Hahn threw a heavy stick at his invisible attacker.”

“Dorfel, the book-keeper, was frequently a witness to these strange events. He once laid his cap on the table by the stove; when, being about to depart, he sought for it, it had vanished. Four or five times he examined the table in vain; presently afterward he saw it lying exactly where he had placed it when he came in. On the same table, Knittel having once placed his cap and drawn himself a seat, suddenly, although there was nobody near the table, he saw the cap flying through the room to his feet, where it fell.

“Dorfel, the bookkeeper, often witnessed these strange events. One time he laid his cap on the table by the stove, and when he was about to leave, he couldn’t find it; it had disappeared. He checked the table four or five times with no luck. Soon after, he noticed it lying right where he had left it when he entered. On the same table, Knittel once placed his cap and sat down, and suddenly, even though no one was near the table, he saw the cap flying across the room and landing at his feet.”

“Hahn now determined to find out the secret himself, and for this purpose seated himself, with two lights before him, in a position where he could see the whole of the room and all the doors and windows it contained;—but the same things occurred, even when Kern was out, the servants in the stables, and nobody in the room but himself; and the snuffers were as usual flung about, although the closest observation could not detect by whom.

“Hahn was now set on uncovering the secret himself, so he settled down with two lights in front of him in a spot where he could see the entire room along with all the doors and windows;—but the same events took place, even when Kern was absent, with the servants in the stables, and nobody else in the room but him; and the snuffers were tossed around as usual, although no amount of careful watching could reveal who was doing it.”

“The forest-master, Radzensky, spent a night in the room, but, although the two friends slept, he could get no rest. He was bombarded without intermission, and in the morning his bed was found full of all manner of household articles.

“The forest master, Radzensky, spent a night in the room, but even though the two friends slept, he couldn't find any rest. He was bombarded nonstop, and in the morning his bed was found filled with all sorts of household items.”

“One morning, in spite of all the drumming and flinging, Hahn was determined to sleep; but a heavy blow on the wall close to his bed soon awoke him from his slumbers. A second time he went to sleep, and was awaked by a sensation as if some person had dipped his finger in water and was sprinkling his face with it. He pretended to sleep again, while he watched Kern and Knittel, who were sitting at the table; the sensation of sprinkling returned, but he could find no water on his face.

“One morning, despite all the noise from the drumming and commotion, Hahn was set on getting some sleep. But a heavy thud against the wall near his bed quickly jolted him awake. He tried to fall asleep again, only to be stirred by a feeling as if someone had dipped their finger in water and was splashing his face with it. He feigned sleep again while observing Kern and Knittel, who were sitting at the table; the feeling of being splashed returned, but he could find no water on his face.”

“About this time, Hahn had occasion to make a journey as far as Breslau; and when he returned he heard the strangest story of all. In order not to be alone in this mysterious chamber, Kern had engaged Hahn’s servant, a man of about forty years of age, and of entire singleness of character, to stay with him. One night as Kern lay in his bed, and this man was standing near the glass-door in conversation with him, to his utter amazement he beheld a jug of beer, which stood on a table in the room at some distance from him, slowly lifted to a height of about three feet, and the contents poured into a glass that was standing there also, until the latter was half full. The jug was then gently replaced, and the glass lifted and emptied as by some one drinking; while John, the servant, exclaimed in terrified surprise, ‘Lord Jesus! it swallows!’ The glass was quietly replaced, and not a drop of beer was to be found on the floor. Hahn was about to require an oath of John in confirmation of this fact; but forbore, seeing how ready the man was to take one, and satisfied of the truth of the relation.

“About this time, Hahn had a reason to travel to Breslau; and when he got back, he heard the strangest story of all. To avoid being alone in that mysterious room, Kern had asked Hahn’s servant, a man around forty years old and completely trustworthy, to stay with him. One night, while Kern was lying in bed and this man was standing near the glass door talking with him, he was utterly amazed to see a jug of beer, which was sitting on a table some distance away, slowly lift to about three feet in the air and pour its contents into a glass that was also there, filling it halfway. The jug was then gently set back down, and the glass was lifted and emptied as if someone was drinking from it; while John, the servant, exclaimed in terrified surprise, ‘Lord Jesus! It’s drinking!’ The glass was quietly put back down, and not a drop of beer was found on the floor. Hahn was about to ask John to swear that this really happened, but he decided against it, seeing how eager the man was to take an oath, and he was satisfied of the truth of the story."

“One night Knetsch, an inspector of the works, passed the night with the two friends, and in spite of the unintermitting flinging they all three went to bed. There were lights in the room, and presently all three saw two napkins, in the middle of the room, rise slowly up to the ceiling, and, having there spread themselves out, flutter down again. The china bowl of a pipe belonging to Kern flew about and was broken. Knives and forks were flung, and at last one of the latter fell on Hahn’s head, though fortunately with the handle downward: and having now endured this annoyance for two months, it was unanimously resolved to abandon this mysterious chamber, for this night at all events. John and Kern took up one of the beds and carried it into the opposite room, but they were no sooner gone than a pitcher for holding chalybeate-water flew to the feet of the two who remained behind, although no door was open, and a brass candlestick was flung to the ground. In the opposite room the night passed quietly, although some sounds still issued from the forsaken chamber. After this there was a cessation to these strange proceedings, and nothing more remarkable occurred, with the exception of the following circumstance. Some weeks after the abovementioned removal, as Hahn was returning home and crossing the bridge that leads to the castle-gate, he heard the foot of a dog behind him. He looked round, and called repeatedly on the name of a grayhound that was much attached to him, thinking it might be her; but, although he still heard the foot, even when he ascended the stairs, as he could see nothing, he concluded it was an illusion. Scarcely, however, had he set his foot within the room, than Kern advanced and took the door out of his hand, at the same time calling the dog by name,—immediately adding, however, that he thought he had seen the dog, but that he had no sooner called her than she disappeared. Hahn then inquired if he had really seen the dog. ‘Certainly I did,’ replied Kern, ‘she was close behind you—half within the door—and that was the reason I took it out of your hand, lest, not observing her, you should have shut it suddenly and crushed her. It was a white dog, and I took it for Flora.’ Search was immediately made for the dog, but she was found locked up in the stable and had not been out of it the whole day. It is certainly remarkable—even supposing Hahn to have been deceived with respect to the footsteps—that Kern should have seen a white dog behind him, before he had heard a word on the subject from his friend, especially as there was no such animal in the neighborhood; besides, it was not yet dark, and Kern was very sharp-sighted.

“One night, Knetsch, a work inspector, spent the night with the two friends, and despite the constant chaos, all three went to bed. The room was lit, and soon they all noticed two napkins in the middle of the room slowly rise to the ceiling and then flutter down again. Kern’s china pipe bowl flew around and shattered. Knives and forks were thrown, and eventually, one of the forks landed on Hahn’s head, though luckily with the handle down. After two months of this disturbance, they all agreed to leave this mysterious room for the night. John and Kern took one of the beds and moved it to the opposite room, but as soon as they left, a pitcher for chalybeate water flew to the feet of the two who stayed behind, even though no doors were open, and a brass candlestick was knocked to the ground. The night passed quietly in the opposite room, though some sounds still came from the abandoned chamber. After that, the strange happenings stopped, and nothing noteworthy occurred, except for one event. A few weeks after they moved, as Hahn was heading home and crossing the bridge to the castle gate, he heard the sound of a dog’s footsteps behind him. He turned around and called for his grayhound, who was very attached to him, thinking it might be her; but although he still heard the sound as he walked up the stairs, he couldn’t see anything and assumed it was just an illusion. As soon as he stepped into the room, Kern came forward, took the door from his hand, and called the dog by name—adding that he thought he had seen the dog, but as soon as he called her, she vanished. Hahn then asked if Kern had really seen the dog. ‘I certainly did,’ Kern replied, ‘she was right behind you—half in the door—and that’s why I took it from you, so you wouldn’t accidentally shut it on her. It was a white dog, and I thought it was Flora.’ They immediately searched for the dog, but she was found locked up in the stable and hadn’t been outside all day. It’s certainly strange—even if Hahn imagined the footsteps—that Kern would see a white dog behind him without hearing anything from his friend first, especially since there was no such dog nearby; plus, it wasn’t dark yet, and Kern had very sharp eyesight.”

“Hahn remained in the castle for half a year after this, without experiencing anything extraordinary; and even persons who had possession of the mysterious chambers were not subjected to any annoyance.

“Hahn stayed in the castle for six months after this, without encountering anything unusual; and even those who had access to the mysterious rooms were not bothered at all.

“The riddle, however, in spite of all the perquisitions and investigations that were set on foot remained unsolved—no explanation of these strange events could be found; and even supposing any motive could exist, there was nobody in the neighborhood clever enough to have carried on such a system of persecution, which lasted so long, that the inhabitants of the chamber became almost indifferent to it.

“The riddle, however, despite all the inquiries and investigations that were launched, remained unsolved—no explanation for these strange events could be found; and even if a motive existed, there was no one in the neighborhood smart enough to have orchestrated such a long-running system of persecution, which lasted so long that the residents of the chamber became almost indifferent to it.”

“In conclusion, it is only necessary to add that Councillor Hahn wrote down this account for his own satisfaction, with the strictest regard to truth. His words are:—

“In conclusion, it’s worth mentioning that Councillor Hahn wrote this account for his own clarity, with the utmost respect for the truth. His words are:—

“ ‘I have described these events exactly as I heard and saw them: from beginning to end I observed them with the most entire self-possession. I had no fear, nor the slightest tendency to it; yet the whole thing remains to me perfectly inexplicable. Written the 19th of November, 1808.

“ ‘I have described these events exactly as I heard and saw them: from beginning to end I observed them with complete calmness. I felt no fear, nor the slightest inclination toward it; yet the whole thing still seems completely inexplicable to me. Written on November 19, 1808.

“ ‘Augustus Hahn, Councillor.’

Augustus Hahn, Councillor.’

“Doubtless many natural explanations of these phenomena will be suggested by those who consider themselves above the weakness of crediting stories of this description. Some say that Kern was a dexterous juggler, who contrived to throw dust in the eyes of his friend Hahn; while others affirm that both Hahn and Kern were intoxicated every evening! I did not fail to communicate these objections to Hahn, and here insert his answer:—

“Surely many logical explanations for these events will be proposed by those who think they’re too sophisticated to believe stories like this. Some claim that Kern was a skilled juggler who managed to trick his friend Hahn; while others insist that both Hahn and Kern were drunk every night! I made sure to share these doubts with Hahn, and here’s his response:—

“ ‘After the events alluded to, I resided with Kern for a quarter of a year in another part of the castle of Slawensick (which has since been struck by lightning, and burnt), without finding a solution of the mystery, or experiencing a repetition of the annoyance, which discontinued from the moment we quitted those particular apartments. Those persons must suppose me very weak, who can imagine it possible that, with only one companion, I could have been the subject of his sport for two months without detecting him. As for Kern himself, he was, from the first, very anxious to leave the rooms; but as I was unwilling to resign the hope of discovering some natural cause for these phenomena, I persisted in remaining; and the thing that at last induced me to yield to his wishes was the vexation at the loss of his china-pipe, which had been flung against the wall and broken. Besides, jugglery requires a juggler, and I was frequently quite alone when these events occurred. It is equally absurd to accuse us of intoxication. The wine there was too dear for us to drink at all, and we confined ourselves wholly to weak beer. All the circumstances that happened are not set down in the narration; but my recollection of the whole is as vivid as if it had occurred yesterday. We had also many witnesses, some of whom have been mentioned. Councillor Klenk also visited me at a later period, with every desire to investigate the mystery; and when, one morning, he had mounted on a table, for the purpose of doing so, and was knocking at the ceiling with a stick, a powder-horn fell upon him, which he had just before left on the table in another room. At that time Kern had been for some time absent. I neglected no possible means that could have led to a discovery of the secret; and at least as many people have blamed me for my unwillingness to believe in a supernatural cause as the reverse. Fear is not my failing, as all who are acquainted with me know; and, to avoid the possibility of error, I frequently asked others what they saw when I was myself present; and their answers always coincided with what I saw myself. From 1809 to 1811 I lived in Jacobswald, very near the castle where the prince himself was residing. I am aware that some singular circumstances occurred while he was there; but as I did not witness them myself, I can not speak of them more particularly.

“After the events mentioned, I lived with Kern for about three months in another section of the castle of Slawensick (which has since been struck by lightning and burned down), without uncovering the mystery or experiencing any further disturbances, which stopped as soon as we left those specific rooms. Those who think I’m very naive must believe it’s possible that, with only one companion, I could have been the target of his tricks for two months without figuring him out. Kern, on his part, was eager to leave the rooms from the start, but I was reluctant to give up the hope of finding some natural explanation for these phenomena, so I insisted on staying; eventually, the only thing that pushed me to relent was his frustration over the loss of his china pipe, which had been thrown against the wall and broken. Besides, tricks need a trickster, and I was often completely alone when these incidents occurred. It’s just as ridiculous to accuse us of being drunk. The wine there was too expensive for us to drink at all, and we stuck to weak beer. Not everything that happened is detailed in the account, but my memory of all of it is as clear as if it happened yesterday. We also had many witnesses, some of whom I've mentioned. Councillor Klenk later came to see me, eager to investigate the mystery; and one morning, when he climbed onto a table to do so and was tapping at the ceiling with a stick, a powder horn fell on him, which he had just left on the table in another room. At that time, Kern had been gone for a while. I left no stone unturned in my search for the truth; and just as many people have criticized me for my unwillingness to believe in a supernatural cause as those who supported it. Fear isn’t something I struggle with, as anyone who knows me can attest; and to avoid any chance of error, I often asked others what they saw when I was there, and their responses always matched what I saw myself. From 1809 to 1811, I lived in Jacobswald, very close to the castle where the prince himself was staying. I know some strange things happened while he was there, but since I didn’t witness them myself, I can’t comment on them in detail.”

“ ‘I am still as unable as ever to account for those events, and I am content to submit to the hasty remarks of the world, knowing that I have only related the truth, and what many persons now alive witnessed as well as myself.

“ ‘I am still just as unable as ever to explain those events, and I’m fine with accepting the quick judgments of the world, knowing that I’ve only shared the truth, and what many people who are alive now witnessed along with me.

“ ‘Councillor Hahn.

“Councillor Hahn.”

“ ‘Ingelfinger, August 24, 1828.’ ”[7]

‘Ingelfinger, August 24, 1828.’ __A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__

The only key to this mystery ever discovered was, that after the destruction of the castle by lightning, when the ruins were removed, there was found the skeleton of a man without a coffin. His skull had been split, and a sword lay by his side!

The only clue to this mystery ever found was that after the castle was destroyed by lightning, when the ruins were cleared away, a man's skeleton was discovered without a coffin. His skull had been shattered, and a sword was lying next to him!

Now, I am very well aware how absurd and impossible these events will appear to many people, and that they will have recourse to any explanation rather than admit them for facts. Yet, so late as the year 1835, a suit was brought before the sheriff of Edinburgh, in which Captain Molesworth was defendant, and the landlord of the house he inhabited (which was at Trinity, about a couple of miles from Edinburgh) was plaintiff, founded upon circumstances not so varied, certainly, but quite as inexplicable. The suit lasted two years, and I have been favored with the particulars of the case by Mr. M⁠—— L⁠——, the advocate employed by the plaintiff, who spent many hours in examining the numerous witnesses, several of whom were officers of the army, and gentlemen of undoubted honor and capacity for observation.

Now, I know very well how ridiculous and impossible these events will seem to many people, and that they will look for any explanation instead of accepting them as facts. Still, as recently as 1835, a lawsuit was brought before the sheriff of Edinburgh, where Captain Molesworth was the defendant, and the landlord of the house he lived in (which was in Trinity, about a couple of miles from Edinburgh) was the plaintiff, based on circumstances that, while not as varied, were just as inexplicable. The lawsuit lasted two years, and I was given the details of the case by Mr. M⁠—— L⁠——, the lawyer representing the plaintiff, who spent many hours questioning numerous witnesses, several of whom were army officers and gentlemen of undeniable integrity and observational skill.

Captain Molesworth took the house of a Mr. Webster, who resided in the adjoining one, in May or June, 1835; and when he had been in it about two months, he began to complain of sundry extraordinary noises, which, finding it impossible to account for, he took it into his head (strangely enough) were made by Mr. Webster. The latter naturally represented that it was not probable he should desire to damage the reputation of his own house, and drive his tenant out of it, and retorted the accusation. Still, as these noises and knockings continued, Captain Molesworth not only lifted the boards in the room most infected, but actually made holes in the wall which divided his residence from Mr. Webster’s, for the purpose of detecting the delinquent—of course without success. Do what they would, the thing went on just the same: footsteps of invisible feet, knockings, and scratchings, and rustlings, first on one side, and then on the other, were heard daily and nightly. Sometimes this unseen agent seemed to be knocking to a certain tune, and if a question were addressed to it which could be answered numerically—as, “How many people are there in this room?” for example—it would answer by so many knocks. The beds, too, were occasionally heaved up, as if somebody were underneath, and where the knockings were, the wall trembled visibly, but, search as they would, no one could be found.

Captain Molesworth rented a house from Mr. Webster, who lived next door, in May or June of 1835. After about two months of living there, he started to complain about various strange noises that he couldn't explain. Oddly enough, he began to think that Mr. Webster was behind them. Mr. Webster pointed out that it was unlikely he would want to harm his own property’s reputation and drive his tenant away, and he fired back at the accusation. However, as the noises and knocking continued, Captain Molesworth not only lifted the floorboards in the most affected room but even made holes in the wall that separated his house from Mr. Webster's in an attempt to find the source—without any luck. No matter what they did, the disturbances persisted: sounds of invisible footsteps, knocking, scratching, and rustling were heard day and night. Sometimes it seemed like this unseen force was knocking to a specific rhythm, and if a question that could be answered with numbers was asked—like “How many people are in this room?”—it would respond with the same number of knocks. Occasionally, the beds would even lift as if someone were underneath, and where the knocks occurred, the wall visibly trembled, but despite their searches, no one could be found.

Captain Molesworth had had two daughters, one of whom, named Matilda, had lately died; the other, a girl between twelve and thirteen, called Jane, was sickly, and generally kept her bed; and, as it was observed that, wherever she was, these noises most frequently prevailed, Mr. Webster, who did not like the mala fama that was attaching itself to his house, declared that she made them, while the people in the neighborhood believed that it was the ghost of Matilda, warning her sister that she was soon to follow.

Captain Molesworth had two daughters, one of whom, named Matilda, had recently passed away; the other, a girl around twelve or thirteen named Jane, was frail and usually stayed in bed. It was noted that wherever she was, these noises often occurred. Mr. Webster, who was uncomfortable with the bad reputation forming around his house, claimed that she was the one making the noises, while the neighbors believed it was Matilda's ghost, warning her sister that she would soon follow.

Sheriff’s officers, masons, justices of peace, and the officers of the regiment quartered at Leith, who were friends of Captain Molesworth, all came to his aid, in hopes of detecting or frightening away his tormentor, but in vain. Sometimes it was said to be a trick of somebody outside the house, and then they formed a cordon round it; and next, as the poor sick girl was suspected, they tied her up in a bag—but it was all to no purpose.

Sheriff's officers, bricklayers, justices of the peace, and the officers of the regiment stationed at Leith, who were friends of Captain Molesworth, all came to help him, hoping to catch or scare off his tormentor, but it was useless. Sometimes people thought it was a prank by someone outside the house, so they formed a perimeter around it; other times, since the poor sick girl was suspected, they even put her in a bag—but it was all for nothing.

At length, ill and wearied out by the annoyances and the anxieties attending the affair, Captain Molesworth quitted the house, and Mr. Webster brought an action against him for the damages committed by lifting the boards, breaking the walls, and firing at the wainscoat, as well as for the injury done to his house by saying it was haunted, which prevented other tenants taking it.

At last, exhausted and tired from the frustrations and worries surrounding the situation, Captain Molesworth left the house, and Mr. Webster filed a lawsuit against him for the damage caused by lifting the floorboards, breaking the walls, and shooting at the paneling, as well as for the harm done to his property by claiming it was haunted, which stopped other renters from wanting to move in.

The poor young lady died, hastened out of the world, it is said, by the severe measures used while she was under suspicion; and the persons that have since inhabited the house have experienced no repetition of the annoyance.

The young woman tragically passed away, reportedly expedited out of this world by the harsh treatment she faced while under suspicion; and those who have lived in the house since then have not faced any further distress.

The manner in which these strange persecutions attach themselves to certain persons and places, seems somewhat analogous to another class of cases, which bear a great similarity to what was formerly called possession: and I must here observe that many German physicians maintain that, to this day, instances of genuine possession occur, and there are several works published in their language on the subject; and for this malady they consider magnetism the only remedy, all others being worse than useless. Indeed, they look upon possession itself as a demono-magnetic state, in which the patient is in rapport with mischievous or evil spirits; as, in the agatho (or good) magnetic state, which is the opposite pole, he is in rapport with good ones: and they particularly warn their readers against confounding this infliction with cases of epilepsy or mania. They assert that, although instances are comparatively rare, both sexes and all ages are equally subject to this misfortune; and that it is quite an error to suppose, either, that it has ceased since the resurrection of Christ, or that the expression used in the Scriptures, “possessed by a devil,” meant merely insanity or convulsions.

The way these strange persecutions affect certain people and places is somewhat similar to another group of cases that used to be called ownership. I should note here that many German doctors believe that true cases of possession still happen today, and there are several works published in their language on the topic. For this condition, they consider magnetism the only cure, arguing that other treatments are actually worse than useless. In fact, they view ownership as a demono-magnetic state, where the patient is connected to mischievous or evil spirits; conversely, in a agatho (or good) magnetic state, they are connected to good spirits. They specifically caution their readers not to confuse this condition with epilepsy or mania. They claim that, although these cases are relatively rare, both men and women of all ages can be affected by this issue. Furthermore, it's a mistake to think that these occurrences stopped after the resurrection of Christ or that the term used in the Scriptures, “possessed by a devil,” simply referred to insanity or convulsions.

This disease, which is not contagious, was well known to the Greeks; and in later times Hoffmann has recorded several well-established instances. Among the distinguishing symptoms, they reckon the patient’s speaking in a voice that is not his own; frightful convulsions and motions of the body, which arise suddenly, without any previous indisposition; blasphemous and obscene talk; a knowledge of what is secret, and of the future; a vomiting of extraordinary things such as hair, stones, pins, needles, &c., &c. I need scarcely observe that this opinion is not universal in Germany; still, it obtains among many who have had considerable opportunities for observation.

This disease, which isn’t contagious, was well-known to the Greeks; and later on, Hoffmann documented several well-established cases. Among the main symptoms, they note that the patient speaks in a voice that isn’t their own; experiences frightening convulsions and sudden body movements without any prior illness; engages in blasphemous and obscene talk; possesses knowledge of secrets and future events; and vomits unusual items like hair, stones, pins, needles, etc. I should point out that this view isn’t universal in Germany; however, it is held by many who have had significant opportunities for observation.

Dr. Bardili had a case in the year 1830, which he considered decidedly to be one of possession. The patient was a peasant-woman, aged thirty-four, who never had any sickness whatever, and the whole of whose bodily functions continued perfectly regular while she exhibited the following strange phenomena: I must observe that she was happily married, and had three children—was not a fanatic, and bore an excellent character for regularity and industry—when, without any warning or perceptible cause, she was seized with the most extraordinary convulsions, while a strange voice proceeded from her, which assumed to be that of an unblessed spirit, who had formerly inhabited a human form. While these fits were on her, she entirely lost her own individuality, and became this person: on returning to herself, her understanding and character were as entire as before. The blasphemy and cursing, and barking and screeching, were dreadful. She was wounded and injured severely by the violent falls and blows she gave herself; and when she had an intermission, she could do nothing but weep over what they told her had passed, and the state in which she saw herself. She was, moreover, reduced to a skeleton; for when she wanted to eat, the spoon was turned round in her hand, and she often fasted for days together.

Dr. Bardili had a case in 1830 that he firmly believed was one of possession. The patient was a 34-year-old peasant woman who had never experienced any illness, and her bodily functions remained perfectly normal while she displayed the following strange symptoms: It's worth noting that she was happily married and had three children—she wasn't a fanatic and had an excellent reputation for being regular and hardworking—when, without any warning or noticeable cause, she suddenly experienced the most bizarre convulsions, accompanied by a strange voice that seemed to be that of an unholy spirit that had once inhabited a human body. During these episodes, she completely lost her sense of self and became this other person; when she returned to her normal self, her mind and character were just as intact as before. The blasphemy, cursing, barking, and screeching were horrifying. She suffered serious injuries from the violent falls and blows she inflicted on herself; and when she had a break, all she could do was cry over what she was told had happened and the state she found herself in. Additionally, she was reduced to a skeleton; whenever she tried to eat, the spoon would turn upside down in her hand, and she often went for days without eating.

This affliction lasted for three years; all remedies failed, and the only alleviation she obtained was by the continued and earnest prayers of those about her, and her own: for although this demon did not like prayers, and violently opposed her kneeling down, even forcing her to outrageous fits of laughter, still they had a power over him. It is remarkable that pregnancy, confinement, and the nursing her child, made not the least difference in this woman’s condition: all went on regularly, but the demon kept his post. At length, being magnetized, the patient fell into a partially somnambulic state, in which another voice was heard to proceed from her, being that of her protecting spirit, which encouraged her to patience and hope, and promised that the evil guest would be obliged to vacate his quarters. She often now fell into a magnetic state without the aid of a magnetizer. At the end of three years she was entirely relieved and as well as ever.

This condition lasted for three years; all treatments failed, and the only relief she got was from the sincere and continuous prayers of those around her, as well as her own: because even though this demon disliked prayers and violently reacted when she knelt, sometimes forcing her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, they still had power over him. It’s noteworthy that pregnancy, childbirth, and nursing her child made no difference in this woman’s situation: everything continued normally, but the demon remained in place. Eventually, after being magnetized, the patient entered a partially sleepwalking state, during which another voice was heard coming from her, that of her protective spirit, which encouraged her to be patient and hopeful, promising that the evil presence would have to leave. She often fell into a magnetic state now without needing a magnetizer. After three years, she was completely healed and returned to her normal self.

In the case of Rosina Wildin, aged ten years, which occurred at Pleidelsheim, in 1834, the demon used to announce himself by crying out, “Here I am again!” Whereupon the weak, exhausted child, who had been lying like one dead, would rage and storm in a voice like a man’s, perform the most extraordinary movements and feats of violence and strength, till he would cry out, “Now I must be off again!” This spirit spoke generally in the plural number, for he said she had another besides himself, a dumb devil, who plagued her most. “He it is that twirls her round and round, distorts her features, turns her eyes, locks her teeth, &c. What he bids me, I must do!” This child was at length cured by magnetism.

In the case of Rosina Wildin, who was ten years old and lived in Pleidelsheim in 1834, the demon would announce himself by shouting, “Here I am again!” At this, the weak and exhausted child, who had been lying like she was dead, would go into a rage and storm around with a voice like a man’s, performing the most astonishing movements and acts of violence and strength until she would shout, “Now I must be off again!” This spirit usually spoke in the plural, claiming she had another spirit with him, a mute devil, who tormented her the most. “He’s the one who spins her around, distorts her face, turns her eyes, locks her teeth, etc. Whatever he tells me, I have to do!” Ultimately, this child was cured through magnetism.

Barbara Rieger, of Steinbach, aged ten, in 1834, was possessed by two spirits, who spoke in two distinctly different male voices and dialects; one said he had formerly been a mason, the other gave himself out for a deceased provisor; the latter of whom was much the worst of the two. When they spoke, the child closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she knew nothing of what they had said. The mason confessed to have been a great sinner, but the provisor was proud and hardened, and would confess nothing. They often commanded food, and made her eat it, which, when she recovered her individuality, she felt nothing of, but was very hungry. The mason was very fond of brandy and drank a great deal; and if not brought when he ordered it, his raging and storming was dreadful. In her own individuality the child had the greatest aversion to this liquor. They treated her for worms, and other disorders, without the least effect; till at length, by magnetism, the mason was cast out. The provisor was more tenacious, but finally they got rid of him too, and the girl remained quite well.

Barbara Rieger, who was ten years old in 1834 and lived in Steinbach, was possessed by two spirits that spoke in distinctly different male voices and accents. One claimed to have been a mason, while the other pretended to be a deceased caretaker, and the latter was definitely the more malevolent of the two. When they communicated, the child closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had no recollection of their words. The mason admitted to being a major sinner, but the caretaker was prideful and refused to confess anything. They often demanded food and made her eat it, but when she regained her senses, she felt nothing from it, although she was very hungry. The mason had a strong liking for brandy and drank a lot; if it wasn't brought to him when he asked, he would become extremely angry. In her own right, the child greatly disliked this drink. They tried treating her for worms and other ailments with no success until, eventually, through magnetism, they were able to expel the mason. The caretaker was more stubborn, but they eventually got rid of him too, and the girl was left completely well.

In 1835, a respectable citizen, whose full name is not given, was brought to Dr. Kerner. He was aged thirty-seven, and till the last seven years had been unexceptionable in conduct and character. An unaccountable change had, however, come over him in his thirtieth year, which made his family very unhappy; and at length, one day, a strange voice suddenly spoke out of him, saying that he was the late magistrate S⁠——, and that he had been in him six years. When this spirit was driven out, by magnetism, the man fell to the earth, and was almost torn to pieces by the violence of the struggle; he then lay for a space as if dead, and arose quite well and free.

In 1835, a respectable citizen, whose full name isn’t provided, was referred to Dr. Kerner. He was thirty-seven years old and had been of good conduct and character until the last seven years. However, an inexplicable change occurred in his thirtieth year, which made his family very unhappy. Eventually, one day, a strange voice suddenly emerged from him, claiming to be the late magistrate S——, and said that it had been inside him for six years. When this spirit was expelled through magnetism, the man collapsed, and the intensity of the struggle almost tore him apart; he then lay there as if dead and subsequently got up completely well and free.

In another case, a young woman at Gruppenbach, was quite in her senses, and heard the voice of her demon (who was also a deceased person) speak out of her, without having any power to suppress it.

In another case, a young woman at Gruppenbach was completely aware and heard the voice of her demon (who was also a deceased person) speaking through her, without being able to stop it.

In short, instances of this description seem by no means rare; and if such a phenomenon as possession ever did exist, I do not see what right we have to assert that it exists no longer, since, in fact, we know nothing about it; only, that being determined to admit nothing so contrary to the ideas of the present day, we set out by deciding that the thing is impossible.

In short, examples of this kind are definitely not rare; and if something like possession ever actually existed, I don't see what grounds we have to claim that it doesn't anymore, since we really know nothing about it; we just decide that it's impossible because we're adamant about not accepting anything that contradicts modern beliefs.

Since these cases occur in other countries, no doubt they must do so in this; and, indeed, I have met with one instance much more remarkable in its details than any of those abovementioned, which occurred at Bishopwearmouth, near Sunderland, in the year 1840; and as the particulars of this case have been published and attested by two physicians and two surgeons, not to mention the evidence of numerous other persons, I think we are bound to accept the facts, whatever interpretation we may choose to put upon them.

Since these cases happen in other countries, they must also occur here; in fact, I came across one case that was even more remarkable in its details than any of those previously mentioned, which took place in Bishopwearmouth, near Sunderland, in 1840. Since the specifics of this case have been published and confirmed by two doctors and two surgeons, not to mention the testimony of many other individuals, I believe we are obligated to accept the facts, regardless of how we might choose to interpret them.

The patient, named Mary Jobson, was between twelve and thirteen years of age; her parents, respectable people in humble life, and herself an attendant on a Sunday-school. She became ill in November, 1839, and was soon afterward seized with terrific fits, which continued, at intervals, for eleven weeks. It was during this period that the family first observed a strange knocking, which they could not account for. It was sometimes in one place, and sometimes in another; and even about the bed, when the girl lay in a quiet sleep, with her hands folded outside the clothes. They next heard a strange voice, which told them circumstances they did not know, but which they afterward found to be correct. Then there was a noise like the clashing of arms, and such a rumbling that the tenant below thought the house was coming down; footsteps where nobody was to be seen, water falling on the floor, no one knew whence, locked doors opened, and above all, sounds of ineffably sweet music. The doctors and the father were suspicious, and every precaution was taken, but no solution of the mystery could be found. This spirit, however, was a good one, and it preached to them, and gave them a great deal of good advice. Many persons went to witness this strange phenomenon, and some were desired to go by the voice, when in their own homes. Thus Elizabeth Gauntlett, while attending to some domestic affairs at home, was startled by hearing a voice say, “Be thou faithful, and thou shalt see the works of thy God, and shalt hear with thine ears!” She cried out, “My God! what can this be!” and presently she saw a large white cloud near her. On the same evening the voice said to her, “Mary Jobson, one of your scholars is sick; go and see her, and it will be good for you.” This person did not know where the child lived, but having inquired the address, she went: and at the door she heard the same voice bid her go up. On entering the room she heard another voice, soft and beautiful, which bade her be faithful, and said, “I am the Virgin Mary.” This voice promised her a sign at home; and accordingly, that night, while reading the Bible, she heard it say, “Jemima, be not afraid; it is I: if you keep my commandments it shall be well with you.” When she repeated her visit the same things occurred, and she heard the most exquisite music.

The patient, Mary Jobson, was between twelve and thirteen years old; her parents were respectable people living a modest life, and she was a Sunday school helper. She fell ill in November 1839 and soon after began experiencing terrifying fits that lasted, on and off, for eleven weeks. During this time, the family started to notice a strange knocking that they couldn’t explain. Sometimes it was in one place, sometimes in another; even around the bed when the girl was quietly sleeping with her hands folded outside the covers. They later heard a strange voice that told them things they didn’t know but later found out were true. Then, they heard noises like clashing weapons and loud rumbling that made the tenant below think the house was collapsing; there were footsteps with no one in sight, water falling on the floor from an unknown source, locked doors opening, and most notably, sounds of incredibly sweet music. The doctors and the father were suspicious, and every precaution was taken, but they couldn’t find an explanation for the mystery. However, this spirit was benevolent, preaching to them and giving them valuable advice. Many people came to witness this strange occurrence, with some being called by the voice while at home. For instance, while Elizabeth Gauntlett was tending to chores at home, she was startled by a voice saying, “Be faithful, and you will see the works of your God, and hear with your own ears!” She exclaimed, “My God! What can this be?” and soon saw a large white cloud nearby. That evening, the voice told her, “Mary Jobson, one of your students is sick; go and see her, and it will be good for you.” Elizabeth didn’t know where the child lived, but after asking for the address, she went. At the door, she heard the same voice telling her to go upstairs. Upon entering the room, she heard another soft, beautiful voice encouraging her to be faithful, saying, “I am the Virgin Mary.” This voice promised her a sign at home; that night, while reading the Bible, she heard it say, “Jemima, don’t be afraid; it’s me: if you keep my commandments, it will go well for you.” When she visited again, the same events unfolded, and she heard the most exquisite music.

The same sort of phenomena were witnessed by everybody who went—the immoral were rebuked, the good encouraged. Some were bidden instantly to depart, and were forced to go. The voices of several deceased persons of the family were also heard, and made revelations.

The same kind of events were seen by everyone who attended—the unethical were criticized, the decent were supported. Some were told to leave immediately and had to comply. The voices of several deceased family members were also heard, sharing revelations.

Once the voice said, “Look up, and you shall see the sun and moon on the ceiling!” and immediately there appeared a beautiful representation of these planets in lively colors, viz., green, yellow, and orange. Moreover, these figures were permanent; but the father, who was a long time skeptical, insisted on whitewashing them over; however, they still remained visible.

Once the voice said, “Look up, and you’ll see the sun and moon on the ceiling!” and right away, a beautiful image of these celestial bodies appeared in bright colors—green, yellow, and orange. Plus, these images were permanent; however, the father, who had been skeptical for a long time, insisted on covering them with white paint; still, they remained visible.

Among other things, the voice said, that though the child appeared to suffer, she did not; that she did not know where her body was; and that her own spirit had left it, and another had entered; and that her body was made a speaking trumpet. The voice told the family and visiters many things of their distant friends, which proved true.

Among other things, the voice said that even though the child seemed to be in pain, she wasn’t; that she didn’t know where her body was; and that her own spirit had left it, and another had taken its place; and that her body had become a speaking trumpet. The voice revealed many things to the family and visitors about their faraway friends, which turned out to be true.

The girl twice saw a divine form standing by her bedside who spoke to her, and Joseph Ragg, one of the persons who had been invited by the voice to go, saw a beautiful and heavenly figure come to his bedside about eleven o’clock at night, on the 17th of January. It was in male attire, surrounded by a radiance; it came a second time on the same night. On each occasion it opened his curtains and looked at him benignantly, remaining about a quarter of an hour. When it went away, the curtains fell back into their former position. One day, while in the sick child’s room, Margaret Watson saw a lamb, which passed through the door and entered a place where the father, John Jobson, was; but he did not see it.

The girl saw a divine figure by her bedside twice who talked to her. Joseph Ragg, one of the people invited by that voice, saw a beautiful, heavenly figure come to his bedside around eleven o’clock at night on January 17th. It was dressed in male clothing and surrounded by a glow; it appeared a second time that same night. Each time, it opened his curtains and looked at him kindly, staying for about fifteen minutes. When it left, the curtains returned to their original position. One day, while in the sick child's room, Margaret Watson saw a lamb that passed through the door and went into the room where the father, John Jobson, was; but he didn’t see it.

One of the most remarkable features in this case is the beautiful music which was heard by all parties, as well as the family, including the unbelieving father; and indeed it seems to have been, in a great degree, this that converted him at last. This music was heard repeatedly during a space of sixteen weeks: sometimes it was like an organ, but more beautiful; at others there was singing of holy songs, in parts, and the words distinctly heard. The sudden appearance of water in the room too was most unaccountable; for they felt it, and it was really water. When the voice desired that water should be sprinkled, it immediately appeared as if sprinkled. At another time, a sign being promised to the skeptical father, water would suddenly appear on the floor; this happened “not once, but twenty times.”

One of the most remarkable aspects of this case is the beautiful music that everyone heard, including the family and the skeptical father; and it seems that this was largely what finally convinced him. This music was heard repeatedly over sixteen weeks: sometimes it sounded like an organ, but even more beautiful; at other times, there was singing of holy songs, in parts, with the words clearly audible. The sudden appearance of water in the room was also quite inexplicable; they could feel it, and it was definitely water. When the voice requested water to be sprinkled, it seemed to appear as if it had been sprinkled. At another time, when a sign was promised to the doubtful father, water would suddenly show up on the floor; this happened “not once, but twenty times.”

During the whole course of this affair, the voices told them that there was a miracle to be wrought on this child; and accordingly on the 22d of June, when she was as ill as ever and they were only praying for her death, at five o’clock the voice ordered that her clothes should be laid out, and that everybody should leave the room except the infant, which was two years and a half old. They obeyed; and having been outside the door a quarter of an hour, the voice cried, “Come in!” and when they entered, they saw the girl completely dressed and quite well, sitting in a chair with the infant on her knee, and she had not had an hour’s illness from that time till the report was published, which was on the 30th of January, 1841.

During the entire situation, the voices told them that a miracle was going to happen with this child. So, on June 22nd, when she was as sick as ever and they were just hoping for her to die, at five o’clock the voice instructed that her clothes should be laid out and that everyone should leave the room except for the two-and-a-half-year-old infant. They complied, and after being outside the door for a quarter of an hour, the voice called, “Come in!” When they entered, they found the girl fully dressed and completely well, sitting in a chair with the infant on her lap, and she hadn’t been ill for even an hour from that moment until the report was published on January 30, 1841.

Now, it is very easy to laugh at all this, and assert that these things never happened, because they are absurd and impossible; but while honest, well-meaning, and intelligent people, who were on the spot, assert that they did, I confess I find myself constrained to believe them, however much I find in the case which is discrepant with my notions. It was not an affair of a day or an hour—there was ample time for observation—for the phenomena continued from the 9th of February to the 22d of June; and the determined unbelief of the father regarding the possibility of spiritual appearances, insomuch that he ultimately expressed great regret for the harshness he had used, is a tolerable security against imposition. Moreover, they pertinaciously refused to receive any money or assistance whatever, and were more likely to suffer in public opinion than otherwise by the avowal of these circumstances.

Now, it's pretty easy to laugh at all this and claim that it never happened because it's ridiculous and impossible. But when honest, well-meaning, and smart people who were there say that it did, I honestly feel compelled to believe them, no matter how much it conflicts with my own ideas. This wasn't just a one-day event—there was plenty of time to observe, as the phenomena went on from February 9th to June 22nd. The father's strong disbelief in the possibility of spiritual events, to the point where he eventually expressed regret for his harshness, provides some assurance against deceit. Additionally, they stubbornly refused to accept any money or help at all and were more likely to face negative public opinion by admitting to these events.

Dr. Clanny, who publishes the report with the attestations of the witnesses, is a physician of many years’ experience, and is also, I believe, the inventor of the improved Davy lamp; and he declares his entire conviction of the facts, assuring his readers that “many persons holding high rank in the established church, ministers of other denominations, as well as many lay-members of society, highly respected for learning and piety, are equally satisfied.” When he first saw the child lying on her back, apparently insensible, her eyes suffused with florid blood, he felt assured that she had a disease of the brain; and he was not in the least disposed to believe in the mysterious part of the affair, till subsequent investigation compelled him to do so: and that his belief is of a very decided character we may feel assured, when he is content to submit to all the obloquy he must incur by avowing it.

Dr. Clanny, who publishes the report with the testimonies of the witnesses, is a physician with many years of experience and is also, I believe, the inventor of the improved Davy lamp. He firmly believes in the facts, assuring his readers that “many people of high rank in the established church, ministers of other denominations, as well as many respected lay members of society known for their knowledge and faith, are equally convinced.” When he first saw the child lying on her back, seemingly unconscious, her eyes filled with dark blood, he was sure she had a brain disease; and he wasn’t inclined to believe in the mysterious part of the situation until further investigation forced him to accept it. We can be certain of the strength of his belief when he is willing to face all the criticism that comes from admitting it.

He adds that, since the girl has been quite well, both her family and that of Joseph Ragg have frequently heard the same heavenly music as they did during her illness; and Mr. Torbock, a surgeon, who expresses himself satisfied of the truth of the above particulars, also mentions another case, in which he, as well as a dying person he was attending, heard divine music just before the dissolution.

He adds that, since the girl has been doing pretty well, both her family and Joseph Ragg's family have often heard the same heavenly music they did during her illness. Mr. Torbock, a surgeon who believes in the truth of what was mentioned above, also talks about another case where he and a dying person he was caring for heard divine music right before they passed away.

Of this last phenomenon—namely, sounds as of heavenly music being heard when a death was occurring—I have met with numerous instances.

Of this last phenomenon—specifically, the sounds of heavenly music being heard during a death—I have encountered numerous examples.

From the investigation of the above case, Dr. Clanny has arrived at the conviction that the spiritual world do occasionally identify themselves with our affairs; and Dr. Drury asserts that, besides this instance, he has met with another circumstance which has left him firmly convinced that we live in a world of spirits, and that he has been in the presence of an unearthly being, who had “passed that bourne from which,” it is said, “no traveller returns.”[8]

From looking into the case mentioned above, Dr. Clanny has come to believe that the spiritual world sometimes connects with our lives; and Dr. Drury claims that, apart from this case, he has encountered another situation that has made him absolutely certain we exist in a world of spirits, and that he has been in the presence of a being from beyond, who had "crossed that boundary from which," it is said, "no traveler returns."[8]

But the most extraordinary case I have yet met with is the following; because it is one which can not, by any possibility, be attributed to disease or illusion. It is furnished to me from the most undoubted authority, and I give it as I received it, with the omission of the names. I have indeed, in this instance, thought it right to change the initial, and substitute G. for the right one—the particulars being of a nature which demand the greatest delicacy, as regards the parties concerned:—

But the most incredible case I've encountered so far is the following; it’s one that cannot possibly be attributed to illness or a hallucination. I received this information from a highly reliable source, and I present it exactly as I got it, omitting the names. In this instance, I deemed it appropriate to change the initial letter and replace it with G. for the actual one, as the details require utmost sensitivity concerning the people involved:—

“Mrs. S. C. Hall, in early life, was intimately acquainted with a family, one of whom, Richard G⁠——, a young officer in the army, was subject to a harassing visitation of a kind that is usually regarded as supernatural. Mrs. H. once proposed to pay a visit to her particular friend, Catherine G⁠——, but was told that it would not be convenient exactly at that time, as Richard was on the point of coming home. She thought the inconvenience consisted in the want of a bed-room, and spoke of sleeping with Miss G⁠——, but found that the objection really lay in the fact of Richard being ‘haunted,’ which rendered it impossible for anybody else to be comfortable in the same house with him. A few weeks after Richard’s return, Mrs. Hall heard of Mrs. G⁠——’s being extremely ill; and found, on going to call, that it was owing to nothing but the distress the old lady suffered in consequence of the strange circumstance connected with her son. It appeared that Richard, wherever he was—at home, in camp, in lodgings, abroad, or in his own country—was liable to be visited in his bed-room at night by certain extraordinary noises. Any light he kept in the room was sure to be put out. Something went beating about the walls and his bed, making a great noise, and often shifting close to his face, but never becoming visible. If a cage-bird was in his room, it was certain to be found dead in the morning. If he kept a dog in the apartment, it would make away from him as soon as released, and never come near him again. His brother, even his mother, had slept in the room, but the visitation took place as usual. According to Miss G⁠——’s report, she and other members of the family would listen at the bed-room door, after Richard had gone to sleep, and would hear the noises commence; and they would then hear him sit up and express his vexation by a few military execrations. The young man, at length, was obliged by this pest to quit the army and go upon half-pay. Under its influence he became a sort of Cain; for, wherever he lived, the annoyance was so great that he was quickly obliged to remove. Mrs. Hall heard of his having ultimately gone to settle in Ireland, where, however, according to a brother whom she met about four years ago, the visitation which afflicted him in his early years was in no degree abated.”

“Mrs. S. C. Hall, early in her life, was close with a family, one member of which, Richard G⁠——, a young army officer, experienced a troubling kind of disturbance usually considered supernatural. Mrs. H. once planned to visit her good friend, Catherine G⁠——, but was told it wouldn’t be a good time as Richard was about to come home. She thought the issue was a lack of a spare bedroom and suggested sharing with Miss G⁠——, but it turned out the real problem was that Richard was ‘haunted,’ which made it impossible for anyone else to feel comfortable in the same house as him. A few weeks after Richard returned, Mrs. Hall learned that Mrs. G⁠—— was very ill and, upon visiting, discovered it was due to the distress caused by the strange events surrounding her son. It seemed that Richard, no matter where he was—at home, in camp, in lodgings, abroad, or in his own country—was visited in his bedroom at night by strange noises. Any light he had in the room would always be extinguished. Something would rustle around the walls and his bed, creating a loud disturbance and often moving close to his face, but it never became visible. If there was a caged bird in his room, it would definitely be found dead by morning. If he had a dog there, it would run away the moment it was let loose and never return. His brother and even his mother had slept in that room, but the disturbances continued as usual. According to Miss G⁠——, she and other family members would listen at the bedroom door after Richard fell asleep, and hear the noises start; then they’d hear him sit up, expressing his frustration with a few military curses. Eventually, the young man had to leave the army and go on half-pay due to this torment. Under its impact, he became somewhat of a pariah; wherever he lived, the irritation was so overwhelming that he was often forced to move. Mrs. Hall heard that he eventually settled in Ireland, where, according to a brother she met about four years ago, the disturbances that troubled him in his youth had not lessened at all.”

This can not be called a case of possession, but seems to be one of a rapport, which attaches this invisible tormentor to his victim.

This can't be called a case of possession, but seems to be one of a connection that ties this invisible tormentor to his victim.


There was also a remarkable case of this sort at Mr. Chaves, in Devonshire, in the year 1810, where affidavits were made before the magistrates attesting the facts, and large rewards offered for discovery, but in vain. The phenomena continued several months, and the spiritual agent was frequently seen in the form of some strange animal.

There was also a notable case like this at Mr. Chaves’s place in Devonshire in 1810, where affidavits were submitted to the magistrates confirming the facts, and significant rewards were offered for information, but to no avail. The occurrences went on for several months, and the spiritual entity was often seen as a bizarre animal.

Translated from the original German.—C. C.

Translated from the original German.—C. C.

Alluding, I conclude, to the affair at Willington.

Alluding, I conclude, to the incident at Willington.


CHAPTER XVII.

MISCELLANEOUS PHENOMENA.

In a former chapter, I alluded to the forms seen floating over graves, by Billing, Pfeffel’s amanuensis. By some persons, this luminous form is seen only as a light, just as occurs in many of the apparition cases I have related. How far Baron Reichenbach is correct in his conclusion, that these figures are merely the result of the chemical process going on below, it is impossible for any one at present to say. The fact that these lights do not always hover over the graves, but sometimes move from them, militates against this opinion, as I have before observed; and the insubstantial nature of the form which reconstructed itself after Pfeffel had passed his stick through it proves nothing, since the same thing is asserted of all apparitions I meet with, let them be seen where they may, except in such very extraordinary cases as that of the Bride of Corinth, supposing that story to be true.

In a previous chapter, I mentioned the shapes seen floating over graves, as described by Billing, Pfeffel’s assistant. Some people only perceive this glowing shape as a light, similar to many of the ghost sightings I've shared before. It's impossible to determine how accurate Baron Reichenbach is in suggesting that these figures are simply caused by the chemical processes happening below. The fact that these lights don’t always linger over graves but sometimes move away from them contradicts this idea, as I mentioned earlier; and the intangible nature of the form that reshaped itself after Pfeffel passed his stick through it doesn’t prove anything, since the same claim is made about all apparitions I encounter, regardless of where they are seen, except for very unusual cases like the Bride of Corinth, assuming that tale is true.

At the same time, although these cases are not made out to be chemical phenomena, neither are we entitled to class them under the head of what is commonly understood by the word ghost; whereby we comprehend a shadowy shape, informed by an intelligent spirit. But there are some cases, a few of which I will mention, that it seems extremely difficult to include under one category or the other.

At the same time, even though these cases aren't presented as chemical phenomena, we also can't classify them as what we usually think of when we hear the word spirit; which we understand to mean a shadowy figure inhabited by an intelligent spirit. However, there are a few cases, a couple of which I will discuss, that it seems really tough to categorize in either way.

The late Lieutenant-General Robertson, of Lawers, who served during the whole of the American war, brought home with him, at its termination, a negro, who went by the name of Black Tom, and who continued in his service. The room appropriated to the use of this man, in the general’s town residence (I speak of Edinburgh), was on the ground floor; and he was heard frequently to complain that he could not rest in it, for that every night the figure of a headless lady, with a child in her arms, rose out of the hearth and frightened him dreadfully. Of course nobody believed this story, and it was supposed to be the dream of intoxication, as Tom was not remarkable for sobriety; but, strange to say, when the old mansion was pulled down to build Gillespie’s hospital, which stands on its site, there was found, under the hearth-stone in that apartment, a box containing the body of a female, from which the head had been severed; and beside her lay the remains of an infant, wrapped in a pillow-case trimmed with lace. She appeared, poor lady, to have been cut off in the “blossom of her sins;” for she was dressed, and her scissors were yet hanging by a riband to her side, and her thimble was also in the box, having, apparently, fallen from the shrivelled finger.

The late Lieutenant-General Robertson, from Lawers, who served throughout the American war, returned home at the end of it with a Black man named Tom, who continued to work for him. The room assigned to Tom in the general’s town house (I’m talking about Edinburgh) was on the ground floor, and he often complained that he couldn’t rest there because every night a headless lady holding a child appeared from the hearth and scared him terribly. Naturally, no one believed this story, thinking it was just a drunken dream since Tom wasn’t known for his sobriety. But strangely, when the old mansion was demolished to construct Gillespie’s hospital on that site, a box was discovered under the hearthstone in that room, containing the body of a woman with her head cut off; beside her lay the remains of an infant, wrapped in a lace-trimmed pillowcase. Poor lady seemed to have been taken before her time, as she was dressed, and her scissors were still hanging from a ribbon at her side, with her thimble in the box, likely having fallen from her shriveled finger.

Now, whether we are to consider this a ghost, or a phenomenon of the same nature as that seen by Billing, it is difficult to decide. Somewhat similar is the following case, which I have borrowed from a little work entitled “Supernaturalism in New England.” Not only does this little extract prove that the same phenomena, be they interpreted as they may, exist in all parts of the world, but I think it will be granted me that, although we have not here the confirmation that time furnished in the former instance, yet it is difficult to suppose that this unexcitable person should have been the subject of so extraordinary a spectral illusion.

Now, whether we should view this as a ghost or a phenomenon similar to what Billing experienced is hard to say. A comparable case is the following, which I've taken from a small book called “Supernaturalism in New England.” This excerpt not only shows that the same phenomena, however interpreted, occur all over the world, but I think it's fair to say that, although we don’t have the confirmation that time provided in the previous case, it’s hard to believe that this seemingly unexcitable person could have experienced such an extraordinary ghostly illusion.

“Whoever has seen Great pond, in the east parish of Haverhill, has seen one of the very loveliest of the thousand little lakes or ponds of New England. With its soft slopes of greenest verdure—its white and sparkling sand-rim—its southern hem of pine and maple, mirrored, with spray and leaf, in the glassy water—its graceful hill-sentinels round about, white with the orchard-bloom of spring, or tasselled with the corn of autumn—its long sweep of blue waters, broken here and there by picturesque headlands—it would seem a spot, of all others, where spirits of evil must shrink, rebuked and abashed, from the presence of the beautiful. Yet here, too, has the shadow of the supernatural fallen. A lady of my acquaintance, a staid, unimaginative church-member, states that, a few years ago, she was standing in the angle formed by two roads, one of which traverses the pond-shore, the other leading over the hill which rises abruptly from the water. It was a warm summer evening, just at sunset. She was startled by the appearance of a horse and cart, of the kind used a century ago in New England, driving rapidly down the steep hill-side, and crossing the wall a few yards before her, without noise or displacing of a stone. The driver sat sternly erect, with a fierce countenance, grasping the reins tightly, and looking neither to the right nor the left. Behind the cart, and apparently lashed to it, was a woman of gigantic size, her countenance convulsed with a blended expression of rage and agony, writhing and struggling, like Laocoon in the folds of the serpent. Her head, neck, feet, and arms, were naked; wild locks of gray hair streamed back from temples corrugated and darkened. The horrible cavalcade swept by across the street, and disappeared at the margin of the pond.”

“Anyone who has seen Great Pond in the east parish of Haverhill has witnessed one of the most beautiful little lakes or ponds in New England. With its gentle green slopes, its sparkling white sandy edges, its southern side lined with pine and maple trees reflected in the calm water, its elegant hills surrounding it, adorned with spring blossoms or autumn corn, and its long stretch of blue waters interrupted by scenic headlands—it seems like a place where evil spirits would retreat, embarrassed and humbled by the beauty. Yet here too, the shadow of the supernatural has cast its influence. A woman I know, a serious and practical church member, recounts that a few years ago, she was standing at the intersection of two roads, one running along the pond's edge and the other leading up the steep hill that rises abruptly from the water. It was a warm summer evening, just at sunset. She was startled by the sight of a horse and cart, similar to those used a century ago in New England, rushing down the steep hill and crossing the wall just a few yards in front of her, without making a sound or displacing a single stone. The driver sat upright, with a fierce expression, gripping the reins tightly, and looking straight ahead without glancing to the sides. Behind the cart, apparently tied to it, was a gigantic woman, her face twisted in a mix of rage and suffering, writhing and struggling like Laocoon in the coils of a serpent. Her head, neck, feet, and arms were bare; wild gray hair flew back from her wrinkled and darkened temples. The terrifying procession rushed past her across the road and vanished at the edge of the pond.”

Many persons will have heard of the “Wild Troop of Rodenstein,” but few are aware of the curious amount of evidence there is in favor of the strange belief which prevails among the inhabitants of that region. The story goes, that the former possessors of the castles of Rodenstein and Schnellert were robbers and pirates, who committed, in conjunction, all manner of enormities; and that, to this day, the troop, with their horses and carriages, and dogs, are heard, every now and then, wildly rushing along the road between the two castles. This sounds like a fairy tale; yet so much was it believed, that, up to the middle of the last century, regular reports were made to the authorities in the neighborhood of the periods when the troop had passed. Since that, the landgericht, or court leet, has been removed to Furth, and they trouble themselves no longer about the Rodenstein troop; but a traveller, named Wirth, who a few years ago undertook to examine into the affair, declares the people assert that the passage of the visionary cavalcade still continues; and they assured him that certain houses, that he saw lying in ruins, were in that state because, as they lay directly in the way of the troop, they were uninhabitable. There is seldom anything seen; but the noise of carriage-wheels, horses’ feet, smacking of whips, blowing of horns, and the voice of these fierce hunters of men urging them on, are the sounds by which they recognise that the troop is passing from one castle to the other; and at a spot which was formerly a blacksmith’s, but is now a carpenter’s, the invisible lord of Rodenstein still stops to have his horse shod. Mr. Wirth copied several of the depositions out of the court records, and they are brought down to June, 1764. This is certainly a strange story; but it is not much more so than that of the black man, which I know to be true.

Many people have heard of the “Wild Troop of Rodenstein,” but few realize how much evidence supports the strange belief held by the locals in that area. The story goes that the previous owners of the castles of Rodenstein and Schnellert were robbers and pirates who committed all sorts of terrible acts together; and even today, the troop, with their horses, carriages, and dogs, can occasionally be heard rushing wildly along the road between the two castles. It sounds like a fairy tale, yet it was believed so strongly that, until the middle of the last century, regular reports were made to the local authorities about when the troop was said to have passed. Since then, the local court has moved to Furth, and they no longer concern themselves with the Rodenstein troop; however, a traveler named Wirth, who investigated the matter a few years ago, claims that people still say the passage of the ghostly riders continues. They assured him that certain houses he saw in ruins were that way because, being directly in the path of the troop, they were uninhabitable. Generally, not much can be seen, but the sounds of carriage wheels, horses' hooves, whip cracks, horn blowing, and the voices of these fierce hunters urging them on are what indicate that the troop is moving from one castle to the other; and at a place that used to be a blacksmith’s shop but is now a carpenter’s, the unseen lord of Rodenstein still stops to have his horse shod. Mr. Wirth copied several statements from court records, which date back to June 1764. This is certainly a strange story, but it’s not much stranger than that of the black man, which I know to be true.

During the seven years’ war in Germany, a drover lost his life in a drunken squabble on the high road. For some time there was a sort of rude tombstone, with a cross on it, to mark the spot where his body was interred; but this has long fallen, and a milestone now fills its place. Nevertheless, it continues commonly asserted by the country people, and also by various travellers, that they have been deluded in that spot by seeing, as they imagine, herds of beasts, which, on investigation, prove to be merely visionary. Of course, many people look upon this as a superstition; but a very singular confirmation of the story occurred in the year 1826, when two gentlemen and two ladies were passing the spot in a post-carriage. One of these was a clergyman, and none of them had ever heard of the phenomenon said to be attached to the place. They had been discussing the prospects of the minister, who was on his way to a vicarage, to which he had just been appointed, when they saw a large flock of sheep, which stretched quite across the road, and was accompanied by a shepherd and a long-haired black dog. As to meet cattle on that road was nothing uncommon, and indeed they had met several droves in the course of the day, no remark was made at the moment, till, suddenly, each looked at the other and said, “What is become of the sheep?” Quite perplexed at their sudden disappearance, they called to the postillion to stop, and all got out in order to mount a little elevation and look around; but still unable to discover them, they now bethought themselves of asking the postillion where they were, when, to their infinite surprise, they learned that he had not seen them. Upon this, they bade him quicken his pace, that they might overtake a carriage that had passed them shortly before, and inquire if that party had seen the sheep; but they had not.

During the Seven Years' War in Germany, a drover lost his life in a drunken fight on the highway. For a while, there was a rough tombstone with a cross marking the spot where he was buried, but that has long gone, and a milestone now stands in its place. Still, it’s often claimed by the locals and various travelers that they have been tricked at that spot by seeing herds of animals that turn out, upon closer look, to be just illusions. Many view this as just a superstition, but a very unusual confirmation of the story happened in 1826 when two gentlemen and two ladies were passing by in a post carriage. One of them was a clergyman, and none had heard of the phenomenon associated with the place. They were discussing the minister's future, who was on his way to a vicarage he had just been appointed to, when they spotted a large flock of sheep that stretched across the road, accompanied by a shepherd and a long-haired black dog. Since encountering cattle on that road wasn't unusual—they had passed several herds that day—no one said anything at first, until suddenly, they all looked at each other and asked, “Where did the sheep go?” Confused by their sudden disappearance, they called to the postillion to stop and all got out to climb a small rise and look around; but still unable to find them, they then thought to ask the postillion where they were, only to their great surprise, he hadn’t seen them. At this, they told him to speed up so they could catch up with a carriage that had passed them earlier and ask if that group had seen the sheep; but they hadn't either.

Four years later, a postmaster, named J⁠——, was on the same road, driving a carriage, in which were a clergyman and his wife, when he saw a large flock of sheep near the same spot. Seeing they were very fine wethers, and supposing them to have been bought at a sheep-fair that was then taking place a few miles off, J⁠—— drew up his reins and stopped his horse, turning at the same time to the clergyman to say, that he wanted to inquire the price of the sheep, as he intended going next day to the fair himself. While the minister was asking him what sheep he meant, J⁠—— got down and found himself in the midst of the animals, the size and beauty of which astonished him. They passed him at an unusual rate, while he made his way through them to find the shepherd, when, on getting to the end of the flock, they suddenly disappeared. He then first learned that his fellow-travellers had not seen them at all.

Four years later, a postmaster named J⁠—— was on the same road, driving a carriage with a clergyman and his wife, when he spotted a large flock of sheep nearby. Noticing they were really fine wethers and assuming they had been bought at a sheep fair happening a few miles away, J⁠—— pulled on the reins and stopped his horse. He turned to the clergyman to mention that he wanted to ask about the price of the sheep since he planned to go to the fair the next day. While the minister was asking him which sheep he meant, J⁠—— got down and found himself surrounded by the animals, whose size and beauty amazed him. They passed by him at an unusual speed as he tried to find the shepherd, but as he reached the end of the flock, they suddenly vanished. It was then that he realized his travel companions

Now, if such cases as these are not pure illusions, which I confess I find it difficult to believe, we must suppose that the animals and all the extraneous circumstances are produced by the magical will of the spirit, either acting on the constructive imagination of the seers, or else actually constructing the ethereal forms out of the elements at its command, just as we have supposed an apparition able to present himself with whatever dress or appliances he conceives; or else we must conclude these forms to have some relation to the mystery called PALINGNESIA, which I have previously alluded to, although the motion and change of place render it difficult to bring them under this category. As for the animals, although the drover was slain, they were not; and therefore, even granting them to have souls, we can not look upon them as the apparitions of the flock. Neither can we consider the numerous instances of armies seen in the air to be apparitions; and yet these phenomena are so well established that they have been accounted for by supposing them to be atmospherical reflections of armies elsewhere, in actual motion. But how are we to account for the visionary troops which are not seen in the air, but on the very ground on which the seers themselves stand, which was the case especially with those seen in Havarah park, near Ripley, in the year 1812? These soldiers wore a white uniform, and in the centre was a personage in a scarlet one.

Now, if these cases aren't just illusions, which I honestly find hard to believe, we have to assume that the animals and all the surrounding circumstances are created by the magical will of the spirit, either influencing the imaginative power of the seers or actually forming the ethereal shapes from the elements at its disposal, just like we imagine an apparition can appear in any outfit or with any props it envisions. Alternatively, we might have to think that these forms are connected to the mystery called PALINGNESIA, which I've mentioned before, although their movement and ability to change location make it tough to categorize them this way. Regarding the animals, even though the drover was killed, they weren't; so, even if we assume they have souls, we can't see them as apparitions of the flock. We also can't consider the many cases of armies seen in the sky as apparitions; however, these phenomena are so well documented that they’ve been explained as atmospheric reflections of armies moving elsewhere. But how do we explain the visionary troops that aren't seen in the air, but right on the ground where the seers stand? This was especially true for those seen in Havarah Park, near Ripley, in 1812. These soldiers were in white uniforms, and in the center stood a figure in a scarlet uniform.

After performing several evolutions, the body began to march in perfect order to the summit of a hill, passing the spectators at the distance of about one hundred yards. They amounted to several hundreds, and marched in a column, four deep, across about thirty acres; and no sooner were they passed, than another body, far more numerous, but dressed in dark clothes, arose and marched after them, without any apparent hostility. Both parties having reached the top of the hill, and there formed what the spectators called an L, they disappeared down the other side, and were seen no more; but at that moment a volume of smoke arose like the discharge of a park of artillery, which was so thick that the men could not, for two or three minutes, discover their own cattle. They then hurried home to relate what they had seen, and the impression made on them is described as so great, that they could never allude to the subject without emotion.

After going through several movements, the group began to march in perfect formation to the top of a hill, passing by the onlookers from about one hundred yards away. There were several hundred of them, marching in a column, four deep, across roughly thirty acres; and as soon as they passed, another group, much larger but dressed in dark clothing, emerged and followed behind them, showing no signs of aggression. Once both groups reached the hilltop and formed what the spectators referred to as an L, they disappeared down the other side and were seen no more; but at that moment, a thick cloud of smoke rose up like a cannon fire, so dense that the men couldn’t see their own cattle for two or three minutes. They then rushed home to share what they had witnessed, and the impact it had on them was so profound that they could never bring up the topic again without feeling emotional.

One of them was a farmer of the name of Jackson, aged forty-five; the other was a lad of fifteen, called Turner: and they were at the time herding cattle in the park. The scene seems to have lasted nearly a quarter of an hour, during which time they were quite in possession of themselves, and able to make remarks to each other on what they saw. They were both men of excellent character and unimpeachable veracity, insomuch that nobody who knew them doubted that they actually saw what they described, or, at all events, believed that they did. It is to be observed, also, that the ground is not swampy, nor subject to any exhalations.

One of them was a farmer named Jackson, age forty-five; the other was a fifteen-year-old boy called Turner, and they were currently herding cattle in the park. The scene seemed to last for about fifteen minutes, during which they were fully aware of themselves and able to comment to each other on what they saw. Both were men of great character and unquestionable honesty, so no one who knew them doubted that they actually saw what they described, or at least believed they did. It's also worth noting that the ground is neither swampy nor prone to any kind of fumes.

About the year 1750, a visionary army of the same description was seen in the neighborhood of Inverness, by a respectable farmer, of Glenary, and his son. The number of troops was very great, and they had not the slightest doubt that they were otherwise than substantial forms of flesh and blood. They counted at least sixteen pairs of columns, and had abundance of time to observe every particular. The front ranks marched seven abreast, and were accompanied by a good many women and children, who were carrying tin cans and other implements of cookery. The men were clothed in red, and their arms shone brightly in the sun. In the midst of them was an animal—a deer or a horse, they could not distinguish which—that they were driving furiously forward with their bayonets. The younger of the two men observed to the other that every now and then the rear ranks were obliged to run to overtake the van; and the elder one, who had been a soldier, remarked that that was always the case, and recommended him, if he ever served, to try and march in the front. There was only one mounted officer: he rode a gray dragoon horse, and wore a gold-laced hat and blue hussar cloak, with wide, open sleeves, lined with red. The two spectators observed him so particularly, that they said afterward they should recognise him anywhere. They were, however, afraid of being ill-treated, or forced to go along with the troops, whom they concluded had come from Ireland, and landed at Kyntyre; and while they were climbing over a dike to get out of their way, the whole thing vanished.

Around the year 1750, a remarkable army of the same kind was spotted near Inverness by a well-respected farmer from Glenary and his son. The number of troops was huge, and they had no doubt that they were real, solid beings made of flesh and blood. They counted at least sixteen rows of soldiers and took plenty of time to notice every detail. The front lines marched seven across and were accompanied by many women and children, who were carrying tin cans and various cooking tools. The men were dressed in red, and their weapons gleamed in the sunlight. Among them was an animal—either a deer or a horse, they couldn't tell—which they were driving forward aggressively with their bayonets. The younger man pointed out that every now and then the soldiers at the back had to run to catch up with those at the front; the older man, a former soldier, noted that this was always the case and suggested that if he ever enlisted, he should try to march at the front. There was only one officer on horseback: he rode a gray dragoon horse and wore a gold-embroidered hat and a blue hussar cloak with wide, open sleeves lined in red. The two observers took such particular note of him that they said afterward they would recognize him anywhere. However, they were worried about being mistreated or forced to join the troops, whom they thought had come from Ireland and landed at Kyntyre; and as they climbed over a fence to get out of their way, the entire spectacle disappeared.

Some years since, a phenomenon of the same sort was observed at Paderborn, in Westphalia, and seen by at least thirty persons, as well as by horses and dogs, as was discovered by the demeanor of these animals. In October, 1836, on the very same spot, there was a review of twenty thousand men; and the people then concluded that the former vision was a second-sight.

Some years ago, a similar phenomenon was seen in Paderborn, Westphalia, witnessed by at least thirty people, as well as by horses and dogs, as indicated by the behavior of these animals. In October 1836, on the same spot, there was a review of twenty thousand men; and people at that time concluded that the previous vision was a case of second-sight.

A similar circumstance occurred in Stockton forest, some years ago; and there are many recorded elsewhere—one especially, in the year 1686, near Lanark, where, for several afternoons, in the months of June and July, there were seen, by numerous spectators, companies of men in arms, marching in order by the banks of the Clyde, and other companies meeting them, &c., &c.; added to which there were showers of bonnets, hats, guns, swords, &c., which the seers described with the greatest exactness. All who were present could not see these things, and Walker relates that one gentleman, particularly, was turning the thing into ridicule, calling the seers “damned witches and warlocks, with the second-sight!”—boasting that “the devil a thing he could see!”—when he suddenly exclaimed, with fear and trembling, that he now saw it all; and entreated those who did not see, to say nothing—a change that may be easily accounted for, be the phenomenon of what nature it may, by supposing him to have touched one of the seers, when the faculty would be communicated like a shock of electricity.

A similar situation happened in Stockton forest a few years back, and there are many recorded cases elsewhere—one particularly in 1686, near Lanark, where for several afternoons in June and July, numerous spectators saw groups of armed men marching along the banks of the Clyde, and other groups meeting them, etc. Additionally, there were showers of bonnets, hats, guns, swords, etc., which the witnesses described with great accuracy. Not everyone present could see these things, and Walker mentions that one gentleman, in particular, mocked the situation, calling the seers “damned witches and warlocks with the second sight!”—boasting that “he couldn’t see a thing!”—when he suddenly shouted, filled with fear, that he now saw it all; and he begged those who couldn’t see to say nothing—a change that can easily be explained, regardless of the nature of the phenomenon, by assuming he had touched one of the seers, which would allow the ability to be communicated like an electric shock.

With regard to the palinganesia, it would be necessary to establish that these objects had previously existed, and that, as Oetinger says, the earthly husk having fallen off, “the volatile essence had ascended perfect in form, but void of substance.”

With respect to the palinganesia, it would be essential to confirm that these objects had previously existed, and that, as Oetinger states, the earthly shell having fallen away, “the volatile essence had ascended perfect in form, but lacking substance.”

The notion supported by Baron Reichenbach, that the lights seen in churchyards and over graves are the result of a process going on below, is by no means new, for Gaffarillus suggested the same opinion in 1650; only he speaks of the appearances over graves and in churchyards as shadows, ombres, as they appeared to Billing; and he mentions, casually, as a thing frequently observed, that the same visionary forms are remarked on ground where battles have been fought, which he thinks arise out of a process between the earth and the sun. When a limb has been cut off, some somnambules still discern the form of the member as if actually attached.

The idea put forward by Baron Reichenbach, that the lights seen in graveyards and over tombs are caused by something happening beneath the surface, isn't a new one. Gaffarillus expressed a similar thought back in 1650; he referred to the sights over graves and in graveyards as shadows, shadows, just as they were perceived by Billing. He also casually mentioned that these visionary forms are often noticed in places where battles have occurred, which he believes result from a connection between the earth and the sun. Additionally, when a limb is amputated, some people in a trance still see the shape of the limb as if it were still there.

But this magical process is said to be not only the work of the elements, but also possible to man; and that as the forms of plants can be preserved after the substance is destroyed, so can that of man be either preserved or reproduced from the elements of his body. In the reign of Louis XIV., three alchemists, having distilled some earth taken from the cemetery of the Innocents, in Paris, were forced to desist, by seeing the forms of men appearing in their vials, instead of the philosopher’s stone, which they were seeking; and a physician, who, after dissecting a body, and pulverizing the cranium (which was then an article admitted into the materia medica), had left the powder on the table of his laboratory, in charge of his assistant, the latter, who slept in an adjoining room, was awakened in the night by hearing a noise, which, after some search, he ultimately traced to the powder—in the midst of which he beheld, gradually constructing itself, a human form! First appeared the head, with two open eyes, then the arms and hands, and, by degrees, the rest of the person, which subsequently assumed the clothes it had worn when alive! The man was, of course, frightened out of his wits—the rather, as the apparition planted itself before the door, and would not let him go away till it had made its own exit, which it speedily did. Similar results have been said to arise from experiments performed on blood. I confess I should be disposed to consider these apparitions, if ever they appeared, cases of genuine ghosts, brought into rapport by the operation, rather than forms residing in the bones or blood. At all events, these things are very hard to believe; but seeing we were not there, I do not think we have any right to say they did not happen; or at least that some phenomena did not occur, that were open to this interpretation.

But this magical process is said to be not just the work of the elements, but also possible for humans; and just as the shapes of plants can be preserved even when their substance is gone, so can a person's form be either preserved or recreated from the elements of their body. During the reign of Louis XIV, three alchemists, after distilling some earth taken from the cemetery of the Innocents in Paris, were forced to stop when they saw the shapes of people appearing in their vials instead of the philosopher’s stone they were searching for. Additionally, a physician who had dissected a body and ground up the skull (which was then a recognized component in medicine) left the powder on his laboratory table with his assistant in charge. The assistant, who was sleeping in a nearby room, was awakened by a noise, which he eventually traced to the powder—in the middle of which he witnessed a human form gradually assembling itself! First, the head appeared, with two open eyes, then the arms and hands, and slowly the rest of the body, which eventually took on the clothes it had worn when alive! The man was, understandably, terrified, especially since the apparition stood in front of the door and wouldn’t let him leave until it had completed its exit, which it did quickly. Similar results have reportedly occurred from experiments conducted on blood. I must admit, I would consider these apparitions, if they ever appeared, to be genuine ghosts brought about by the operation, rather than forms residing within the bones or blood. In any case, it’s very hard to believe these things; but since we weren’t there, I don’t think we have any right to say they didn’t happen—or at least that some phenomena didn’t occur that could be interpreted this way.

It is highly probable that the seeing of those visionary armies and similar prodigies is a sort of second-sight; but having admitted this, we are very little nearer an explanation. Granting that, as in the above experiments, the essence of things may retain the forms of the substance, this does not explain the seeing that which has not yet taken place, or which is taking place at so great a distance, that neither Oetinger’s essence nor the superficial films of Lucretius can remove the difficulty.

It’s very likely that witnessing those visionary armies and similar wonders is a kind of second sight; however, even if we accept this, we still don’t really have an explanation. Even if, like in the experiments described above, the essence of things might keep the forms of their substance, this doesn’t explain seeing events that haven’t happened yet or ones that are happening so far away that neither Oetinger’s essence nor Lucretius’s superficial layers can solve the issue.

It is the fashion to say that second-sight was a mere superstition of the highlanders, and that no such thing is ever heard of now; but those who talk in this way know very little of the matter. No doubt, if they set out to look for seers, they may not find them; such phenomena, though known in all countries and in all ages, are comparatively rare, as well as uncertain and capricious, and not to be exercised at will: but I know of too many instances of the existence of this faculty in families, as well as of isolated cases occurring to individuals above all suspicion, to entertain the smallest doubt of its reality. But the difficulty of furnishing evidence is considerable: because, when the seers are of the humbler classes, they are called impostors and not believed; and when they are of the higher, they do not make the subject a matter of conversation, nor choose to expose themselves to the ridicule of the foolish; and consequently the thing is not known beyond their own immediate friends. When the young duke of Orleans was killed, a lady, residing here, saw the accident, and described it to her husband at the time it was occurring in France. She had frequently seen the duke, when on the continent.

It's the trend to claim that second sight was just a superstition among the highlanders and that it doesn’t exist anymore; however, those who say this really don’t understand much about it. Sure, if they go looking for seers, they might not find any; such phenomena, while recognized in all cultures and throughout history, are relatively rare, unpredictable, and can’t be controlled at will. Still, I know of too many examples of this ability within families, and isolated cases involving trustworthy individuals, to have the slightest doubt about its authenticity. The challenge in providing proof is significant: when the seers come from lower social classes, they’re dismissed as frauds; and when they’re from higher classes, they often don’t bring it up or risk ridicule from those who are skeptical, so it remains unknown outside their close circle. When the young Duke of Orleans was killed, a lady living here witnessed the incident and described it to her husband while it was happening in France. She had often seen the duke while traveling on the continent.

Captain N⁠—— went to stay two days at the house of Lady T⁠——. After dinner, however, he announced that he was under the necessity of going away that night, nor could he be induced to remain. On being much pressed for an explanation, he confided to some of the party that, during the dinner, he had seen a female figure with her throat cut, standing behind Lady T⁠——’s chair. Of course, it was thought an illusion, but Lady T⁠—— was not told of it, lest she should be alarmed. That night the household was called up for the purpose of summoning a surgeon—Lady T⁠—— had cut her own throat!

Captain N⁠—— went to stay for two days at Lady T⁠——’s house. However, after dinner, he said he had to leave that night and wouldn’t be convinced to stay. When pressed for an explanation, he told some of the guests that during dinner, he had seen a woman with her throat cut standing behind Lady T⁠——’s chair. Naturally, everyone thought it was just an illusion, but they didn't tell Lady T⁠—— about it to avoid alarming her. That night, the household was awakened to call for a surgeon—Lady T⁠—— had cut her own throat!

Mr. C⁠——, who, though a Scotchman, was an entire skeptic with regard to the second-sight, was told by a seer whom he had been jeering on the subject, that, within a month, he (Mr. C⁠——) would be a pall-bearer at a funeral; that he would go by a certain road, but that, before they had crossed the brook, a man in a drab coat would come down the hill and take the pall from him. The funeral occurred, Mr. C⁠—— was a bearer, and they went by the road described; but he firmly resolved that he would disappoint the seer by keeping the pall while they crossed the brook; but shortly before they reached it, the postman overtook them, with letters, which in that part of the country arrived but twice a week, and Mr. C⁠——, who was engaged in some speculations of importance, turned to received them—at which moment the pall was taken from him, and on looking round, he saw it was by a man in a drab coat!

Mr. C——, who, despite being Scottish, completely doubted the idea of second sight, was told by a seer he had been mocking that, within a month, he (Mr. C——) would be a pallbearer at a funeral. The seer said he would follow a specific path, but before they crossed the brook, a man in a drab coat would come down the hill and take the pall from him. The funeral took place, Mr. C—— was indeed a bearer, and they followed the designated road. However, he was determined to prove the seer wrong by holding on to the pall while they crossed the brook. Just before they reached it, the postman caught up with them, delivering letters that in that area came only twice a week. Mr. C——, preoccupied with some important thoughts, turned to accept the letters—at that moment, the pall was taken from him, and when he looked around, he saw it was a man in a drab coat!

A medical friend of mine, who practised some time at Deptford, was once sent for to a girl who had been taken suddenly ill. He found her with inflammation of the brain, and the only account the mother could give of it was, that shortly before, she had run into the room, crying, “Oh, mother, I have seen Uncle John drowned in his boat under the fifth arch of Rochester bridge!” The girl died a few hours afterward; and, on the following night, the uncle’s boat ran foul of the bridge, and he was drowned, exactly as she had foretold.

A doctor friend of mine, who worked in Deptford for a while, was called to see a girl who had suddenly fallen ill. He found that she had inflammation of the brain, and the only explanation her mother could provide was that just before, the girl had burst into the room, crying, “Oh, Mom, I saw Uncle John drown in his boat under the fifth arch of Rochester bridge!” The girl passed away a few hours later; and that same night, the uncle’s boat collided with the bridge, and he drowned, just as she had predicted.

Mrs. A⁠——, an English lady, and the wife of a clergyman, relates that, previous to her marriage, she with her father and mother being at the seaside, had arranged to make a few days’ excursion to some races that were about to take place; and that the night before they started, the father having been left alone, while the ladies were engaged in their preparations, they found him, on descending to the drawing-room, in a state of considerable agitation—which, he said, had arisen from his having seen a dreadful face at one corner of the room. He described it as a bruised, battered, crushed, discolored face, with the two eyes protruding frightfully from their sockets; but the features were too disfigured to ascertain if it were the face of any one he knew. On the following day, on their way to the races, an accident occurred; and he was brought home with his own face exactly in the condition he had described. He had never exhibited any other instance of this extraordinary faculty, and the impression made by the circumstance lasted the remainder of his life, which was unhappily shortened by the injuries he had received.

Mrs. A——, an English woman and the wife of a clergyman, shares that before her marriage, she was at the seaside with her parents and they planned a short trip to some races that were coming up. The night before they left, her father was left alone while the ladies prepared, and when they went down to the living room, they found him visibly shaken. He explained that he had seen a terrifying face in one corner of the room. He described it as a bruised, battered, crushed, discolored face, with the eyes popping out of their sockets, but the features were too damaged to tell if it belonged to someone he knew. The next day, on their way to the races, an accident happened, and he was brought home with his face looking exactly like the one he had described. He had never shown this extraordinary ability before, and the impact of the event stayed with him for the rest of his life, which was unfortunately cut short by the injuries he had sustained.

The late Mrs. V⁠——, a lady of fortune and family, who resides near Loch Lomond, possessed this faculty in an extraordinary degree, and displayed it on many remarkable occasions. When her brother was shipwrecked in the channel, she was heard to exclaim, “Thank God, he is saved!” and described the scene with all its circumstances.

The late Mrs. V——, a wealthy woman from a prominent family who lived near Loch Lomond, had this talent in an exceptional way and showcased it on many notable occasions. When her brother was shipwrecked in the channel, she was heard to say, “Thank God, he is saved!” and described the situation in detail.

Colonel David Steward, a determined believer in what he calls the supernatural, in his book on the highlanders, relates the following fact as one so remarkable, that “credulous minds” may be excused for believing it to have been prophetic. He says that, late in an autumnal evening of the year 1773, the son of a neighbor came to his father’s house, and soon after his arrival inquired for a little boy of the family, then about three years old. He was shown up to the nursery, and found the nurse putting a pair of new shoes on the child, which she complained did not fit. “Never mind,” said the young man, “they will fit him before he wants them”—a prediction which not only offended the nurse, but seemed at the moment absurd, since the child was apparently in perfect health. When he joined the party in the drawing-room, he being much jeered upon this new gift of second-sight, explained that the impression he had received originated in his having just seen a funeral passing the wooden bridge which crossed a stream at a short distance from the house. He first observed a crowd of people, and on coming nearer he saw a person carrying a small coffin, followed by about twenty gentlemen, all of his acquaintance, his own father and a Mr. Stewart being among the number. He did not attempt to join the procession, which he saw turn off into the churchyard: but knowing his own father could not be actually there, and that Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were then at Blair, he felt a conviction that the phenomenon portended the death of the child: a persuasion which was verified by its suddenly expiring on the following night;—and Colonel Stewart adds that the circumstances and attendants at the funeral were precisely such as the young man had described. He mentions, also, that this gentleman was not a seer; that he was a man of education and general knowledge; and that this was the first and only vision of the sort he ever had.

Colonel David Steward, a staunch believer in what he calls the supernatural, shares a striking story in his book about the highlanders that “credulous minds” might find prophetic. He recounts that on a late autumn evening in 1773, the son of a neighbor visited his father’s house. Shortly after arriving, he asked about a little boy in the family who was around three years old. He was taken to the nursery, where the nurse was struggling to put a pair of new shoes on the child, complaining that they didn’t fit. “Don’t worry,” the young man said, “they’ll fit him before he needs them”—a remark that not only annoyed the nurse but seemed absurd at the time, as the child appeared to be in perfect health. When he rejoined the group in the drawing room, he was teased about this supposed second sight. He explained that his impression came from having just seen a funeral passing the wooden bridge over a stream nearby. At first, he noticed a crowd, and as he got closer, he saw someone carrying a small coffin, followed by about twenty gentlemen he knew, including his father and a Mr. Stewart. He didn’t try to join the procession as it turned into the churchyard, but knowing his father couldn't actually be there and that Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were at Blair, he felt convinced that the sight foreshadowed the child's death—a belief confirmed when the child died suddenly the following night. Colonel Steward adds that the details of the funeral matched exactly what the young man had described. He also notes that this gentleman was not a seer; he was educated and well-informed, and this was the first and only vision of its kind he ever experienced.

I know of a young lady who has three times seen funerals in this way.

I know a young woman who has seen three funerals like this.

The old persuasion that fasting was a means of developing the spirit of prophecy, is undoubtedly well founded, and the annals of medicine furnish numerous facts which establish it. A man condemned to death at Viterbo, having abstained from food in the hope of escaping execution, became so clairvoyant, that he could tell what was doing in any part of the prison; the expression used in the report is that he “saw through the walls:” this, however, could not be with his natural organs of sight.

The old belief that fasting could enhance the ability to prophesy is definitely backed by evidence, and the history of medicine provides many examples to support it. A man sentenced to death in Viterbo, who refrained from eating in hopes of avoiding execution, became so clairvoyant that he could perceive what was happening in any part of the prison; the report claims he “saw through the walls.” This, however, could not have been with his ordinary eyesight.

It is worthy of observation, that idiots often possess some gleams of this faculty of second-sight or presentiment; and it is probably on this account that they are in some countries held sacred. Presentiment, which I think may very probably be merely the vague and imperfect recollection of what we knew in our sleep, is often observed in drunken people.

It’s interesting to note that people with limited intelligence often show flashes of this ability for second sight or premonition; it’s likely why they’re considered sacred in some cultures. A premonition, which I believe is probably just a fuzzy and incomplete memory of what we experienced while sleeping, is frequently seen in intoxicated individuals.

In the great plague at Basle, which occurred toward the end of the sixteenth century, almost everybody who died called out in their last moments the name of the person that was to follow them next.

In the great plague in Basel, which happened toward the end of the sixteenth century, nearly everyone who died called out the name of the person who would follow them next in their final moments.

Not long ago, a servant girl on the estate of D⁠——, of S⁠——, saw with amazement five figures ascending a perpendicular cliff, quite inaccessible to human feet; one was a boy wearing a cap with red binding. She watched them with great curiosity till they reached the top, where they all stretched themselves on the earth, with countenances expressive of great dejection. While she was looking at them they disappeared, and she immediately related her vision. Shortly afterward, a foreign ship, in distress, was seen to put off a boat with four men and a boy: the boat was dashed to pieces in the surf, and the five bodies, exactly answering the description she had given, were thrown on shore at the foot of the cliff, which they had perhaps climbed in the spirit!

Not long ago, a maid on the estate of D⁠——, in S⁠——, was astonished to see five figures climbing a sheer cliff that seemed impossible to scale. One of them was a boy wearing a cap with a red trim. She watched them with intense curiosity until they reached the top, where they lay on the ground, looking very dejected. While she was observing them, they suddenly vanished, and she immediately shared what she had seen. Shortly after, a foreign ship in trouble was spotted sending out a boat with four men and a boy: the boat was shattered in the waves, and the five bodies, precisely matching her description, were washed ashore at the bottom of the cliff, which they may have climbed in spirit!

How well what we call clairvoyance was known, though how little understood, at the period of the witch persecution, is proved by what Dr. Henry More says in his “Antidote against Atheism”:—

How well what we call clairvoyance was known, though how little understood, at the time of the witch trials, is shown by what Dr. Henry More says in his “Antidote against Atheism”:—

“We will now pass to those supernatural effects which are observed in them that are bewitched or possessed; and such as foretelling things to come, telling what such and such persons speak or do, as exactly as if they were by them, when the party possessed is at one end of the town, and sitting in a house within doors, and those parties that act and confer together are without, at the other end of the town; to be able to see some and not others; to play at cards with one certain person, and not to discern anybody else at the table beside him; to act and talk, and go up and down, and tell what will become of things, and what happens in those fits of possession; and then, as soon as the possessed or bewitched party is out of them, to remember nothing at all, but to inquire concerning the welfare of those whose faces they seemed to look upon just before, when they were in their fits;”—a state which he believes to arise from the devil’s having taken possession of the body of the magnetic person, which is precisely the theory supported by many fanatical persons in our own day. Dr. More was not a fanatic: but these phenomena, though very well understood by the ancient philosophers, as well as by Paracelsus, Van Helmont, Cornelius Agrippa, Jacob Behmen, a Scotch physician (called Maxwell) who published on the subject in the seventeenth century, and many others, were still, when observed, looked upon as the effects of diabolical influence by mankind in general.

“We will now move on to those supernatural effects that are seen in people who are bewitched or possessed; such as predicting the future, or accurately describing what certain people are saying or doing, even when the possessed person is at one end of town, sitting inside a house, while the other individuals are outside, at the opposite end. They can see some people but not others; they can play cards with one specific person while unable to recognize anyone else at the table; they can act and speak, move around, and predict outcomes, as well as details happening during their possession fits. Then, as soon as the possessed or bewitched individual comes out of it, they remember nothing at all and inquire about the well-being of those whose faces they seemed to see just before, during their fits;”—a state that he believes arises from the devil having taken over the body of the magnetic person, which is exactly the theory supported by many fanatical individuals today. Dr. More was not a fanatic; however, these phenomena, although well understood by ancient philosophers, as well as by Paracelsus, Van Helmont, Cornelius Agrippa, Jacob Behmen, and a Scottish physician (known as Maxwell) who published on the topic in the seventeenth century, were still viewed by society at large as the effects of demonic influence when observed.

When Monsieur Six Deniers, the artist, was drowned in the Seine in 1846, after his body had been vainly sought, a somnambule was applied to, in whose hands they placed a portfolio belonging to him; and being asked where the owner was, she evinced great terror, held up her dress as if walking in the water, and said that he was between two boats, under the Pont des Arts, with nothing on but a flannel waistcoat: and there he was found.

When Monsieur Six Deniers, the artist, drowned in the Seine in 1846, his body was searched for in vain. They consulted a sleepwalker, to whom they gave a portfolio belonging to him. When asked where the owner was, she showed signs of great fear, lifted her dress as if walking in water, and said he was between two boats, under the Pont des Arts, wearing only a flannel vest: and that’s where he was found.

A friend of mine knows a lady who, early one morning—being in a natural state of clairvoyance without magnetism—saw the porter of the house where her son lodged ascend to his room with a carving-knife, go to his bed where he lay asleep, lean over him, then open a chest, take out a fifty-pound note, and retire. On the following day, she went to her son and asked him if he had any money in the house; he said, “Yes, I have fifty pounds:” whereupon she bade him seek it, but it was gone. They stopped payment of the note; but did not prosecute, thinking the evidence insufficient. Subsequently, the porter being taken up for other crimes, the note was found crumpled up at the bottom of an old purse belonging to him.

A friend of mine knows a woman who, early one morning—being in a natural state of clairvoyance without any outside influence—saw the building's porter, where her son lived, go up to his room with a carving knife, lean over him while he was asleep, then open a chest, take out a fifty-pound note, and leave. The next day, she asked her son if he had any money in the house; he replied, “Yes, I have fifty pounds.” She then told him to look for it, but it was gone. They stopped payment on the note but didn’t press charges, thinking the evidence was insufficient. Later, when the porter was arrested for other crimes, the note was found crumpled at the bottom of an old purse that belonged to him.

Dr. Ennemoser says that there is no doubt of the ancient Sibyls having been clairvoyant women, and that it is impossible so much value could have been attached to their books, had not their revelations been verified.

Dr. Ennemoser states that there’s no doubt the ancient Sibyls were psychic women, and it’s impossible that so much importance could have been placed on their writings if their revelations hadn't been proven true.

A maid-servant residing in a family in Northumberland, one day last winter was heard to utter a violent scream immediately after she had left the kitchen. On following her to inquire what had happened, she said that she had just seen her father in his night-clothes, with a most horrible countenance, and she was sure something dreadful had happened to him. Two days afterward there arrived a letter, saying he had been seized with delirium tremens, and was at the point of death; which accordingly ensued.

A maid working for a family in Northumberland was heard screaming loudly one day last winter right after she left the kitchen. When someone went to check on her to see what was wrong, she said she had just seen her father in his nightclothes, looking absolutely terrifying, and she was convinced something terrible had happened to him. Two days later, a letter arrived stating that he had suffered from DTs and was near death; which sadly came to pass.

There are innumerable cases of this sort recorded in various collections, not to mention the much more numerous ones that meet with no recorder; and I could myself mention many more, but these will suffice—one, however, I will not omit, for, though historical, it is not generally known. A year before the rebellion broke out, in consequence of which Lord Kilmarnock lost his head, the family were one day startled by a scream, and on rushing out to inquire what had occurred, they found the servants all assembled, in amazement, with the exception of one maid, who they said had gone up to the garrets to hang some linen on the lines to dry. On ascending thither, they found the girl on the floor, in a state of insensibility; and they had no sooner revived her than, on seeing Lord Kilmarnock bending over her, she screamed and fainted again. When ultimately recovered, she told them that while hanging up her linen, and singing, the door had burst open and his lordship’s bloody head had rolled in. I think it came twice. This event was so well known at the time, that on the first rumors of the rebellion, Lord Saltoun said, “Kilmarnock will lose his head.” It was answered, “that Kilmarnock had not joined the rebels.” “He will, and will be beheaded,” returned Lord Saltoun.

There are countless cases like this recorded in various collections, not to mention the many more that go unrecorded; I could mention quite a few myself, but these will be enough—however, there’s one I won’t leave out because, although it’s historical, it isn't widely known. A year before the rebellion that led to Lord Kilmarnock losing his head, the family was startled one day by a scream, and when they rushed out to find out what happened, they saw all the servants gathered, astonished, except for one maid who they said had gone up to the attic to hang some linen out to dry. When they went up there, they found the girl on the floor, unconscious; and as soon as they revived her, she saw Lord Kilmarnock leaning over her and screamed, fainting again. Once she finally recovered, she told them that while she was hanging up her linen and singing, the door suddenly burst open and his lordship’s bloody head rolled in. I think it happened twice. This event was so well-known at the time that when the first rumors of the rebellion surfaced, Lord Saltoun said, “Kilmarnock will lose his head.” It was replied, “But Kilmarnock hasn’t joined the rebels.” “He will, and he’ll be executed,” Lord Saltoun said.

Now, in these cases we are almost compelled to believe that the phenomenon is purely subjective, and there is no veritable outstanding object seen; yet, when we have taken refuge in this hypothesis, the difficulty remains as great as ever; and is to me much more incomprehensible than ghost-seeing, because in the latter we suppose an external agency acting in some way or other on the seer.

Now, in these situations, we’re almost forced to think that the phenomenon is entirely subjective, and there’s no real object being seen; however, even after adopting this idea, the challenge still feels as significant as ever, and to me, it’s much more puzzling than seeing ghosts because, in the latter, we assume some outside force is somehow affecting the person experiencing it.

I have already mentioned that Oberlin, the good pastor of Ban de la Roche, himself a ghost-seer, asserted that everything earthly had its counterpart, or antitype, in the other world, not only organized, but unorganized matter. If so, do we sometimes see these antitypes?

I’ve already mentioned that Oberlin, the kind pastor of Ban de la Roche, who himself could see ghosts, claimed that everything on Earth has its equivalent, or antitype, in the other world, including both organized and unorganized matter. If that’s the case, do we occasionally see these antitypes?

Dr. Ennemoser, in treating of second-sight—which, by the way, is quite as well known in Germany, and especially in Denmark, as in the highlands of Scotland—says, that as in natural somnambulism there is a partial internal vigilance, so does the seer fall, while awake, into a dream-state. He suddenly becomes motionless and stiff: his eyes are open, and his senses are, while the vision lasts, unperceptive of all external objects; the vision may be communicated by the touch, and sometimes persons at a distance from each other, but connected by blood or sympathy, have the vision simultaneously. He remarks, also, that, as we have seen in the above case of Mr. C⁠——, any attempt to frustrate the fulfilment of the vision never succeeds, inasmuch as the attempt appears to be taken into the account.

Dr. Ennemoser, when discussing second sight—which, by the way, is just as well known in Germany, especially in Denmark, as in the highlands of Scotland—states that, similar to natural sleepwalking where there is a partial internal awareness, the seer enters a dream-like state while awake. They suddenly become motionless and rigid: their eyes are open, and their senses are, during the vision, unaware of all external objects; the vision can be communicated through touch, and sometimes people who are distant from each other but connected by blood or empathy experience the vision at the same time. He also notes that, as we've seen in the earlier case of Mr. C⁠——, any attempt to prevent the vision from happening is always unsuccessful, since the attempt seems to be taken into account.

The seeing in glass and in crystals is equally inexplicable; as is the magical seeing of the Egyptians. Every now and then we hear it said that this last is discovered to be an imposition, because some traveller has either actually fallen into the hands of an impostor—and there are impostors in all trades—or because the phenomenon was imperfectly exhibited; a circumstance which, as in the exhibitions of clairvoyants and somnambulists, where all the conditions are not under command, or even recognised, must necessarily happen. But not to mention the accounts published by Mr. Lane and Lord Prudhoe, whoever has read that of Monsieur Léon Laborde must be satisfied that the thing is an indisputable fact. It is, in fact, only another form of the seeing in crystals, which has been known in all ages, and of which many modern instances have occurred among somnambulic patients.

The ability to see through glass and crystals is just as mysterious as the magical vision of the Egyptians. Every so often, we hear that this magic is just a trick because some traveler has encountered a fraud—there are frauds in every profession—or because the phenomenon wasn’t demonstrated properly; a situation that, much like the performances of clairvoyants and sleepwalkers, can’t always be controlled or even recognized. But aside from the reports by Mr. Lane and Lord Prudhoe, anyone who has read Monsieur Léon Laborde’s account will likely agree that this is a verifiable fact. It’s really just another version of seeing through crystals, something that has been known throughout history and has many modern examples among sleepwalking patients.

We see by the forty-fourth chapter of Genesis that it was by his cup that Joseph prophesied: “Is not this it in which my lord drinketh, and whereby indeed he divineth?” But, as Dr. Passavent observes, and as we shall presently see, in the anecdote of the boy and the gipsy, the virtue does not lie in the glass nor in the water, but in the seer himself, who may possess a more or less developed faculty. The external objects and ceremonies being only the means of concentrating the attention and intensifying the power.

We can see in the forty-fourth chapter of Genesis that Joseph used his cup to make a prophecy: “Is this not the cup my lord drinks from, and through which he indeed divines?” However, as Dr. Passavent points out, and as we will soon see in the story of the boy and the gypsy, the real power doesn’t come from the glass or the water, but from the seer themselves, who may have varying levels of ability. The external objects and rituals are just tools to help focus attention and enhance the power.

Monsieur Léon Laborde witnessed the exhibition, at Cairo, before Lord P⁠——’s visit; the exhibitor, named Achmed, appeared to him a respectable man, who spoke simply of his science, and had nothing of the charlatan about him. The first child employed was a boy eleven years old, the son of a European; and Achmed having traced some figures on the palm of his hand, and poured ink over them, bade him look for the reflection of his own face. The child said he saw it; the magician then burnt some powders in a brazier, and bade him tell him when he saw a soldier sweeping a place; and while the fumes from the brazier diffused themselves, he pronounced a sort of litany. Presently the child threw back his head, and screaming with terror, sobbed out, while bathed in tears, that he had seen a dreadful face. Fearing the boy might be injured, Monsieur Laborde now called up a little Arab servant, who had never seen or heard of the magician. He was gay and laughing, and not at all frightened; and the ceremony being repeated, he said he saw the soldier sweeping in the front of a tent. He was then desired to bid the soldier bring Shakspere, Colonel Cradock, and several other persons; and he described every person and thing so exactly as to be entirely satisfactory. During the operations the boy looked as if intoxicated, with his eyes fixed and the perspiration dripping from his brow. Achmed disenchanted him by placing his thumbs on his eyes. He gradually recovered, and gayly related all he had seen, which he perfectly remembered.

Monsieur Léon Laborde witnessed the exhibition in Cairo before Lord P⁠——’s visit. The exhibitor, Achmed, seemed like a respectable man who talked straightforwardly about his craft and didn’t come off as a fraud. The first child involved was an eleven-year-old boy, the son of a European. Achmed traced some shapes on the palm of his hand, poured ink over them, and told him to look for the reflection of his own face. The child said he saw it. The magician then burned some powders in a brazier and asked the boy to tell him when he saw a soldier sweeping an area. As the smoke from the brazier spread, he began to chant a kind of litany. Soon, the child threw back his head, screaming in terror, and sobbed that he had seen a horrifying face. Concerned that the boy might be harmed, Monsieur Laborde called over a little Arab servant who had never encountered the magician before. He was cheerful and laughing, completely unafraid. When the same ceremony was performed with him, he said he saw the soldier sweeping in front of a tent. He was then asked to tell the soldier to bring Shakspere, Colonel Cradock, and several other people; he described each person and thing so accurately that it was completely convincing. Throughout the process, the boy looked as if he were in a trance, staring blankly with sweat dripping from his forehead. Achmed brought him back to reality by pressing his thumbs over the boy's eyes. He gradually became aware again and happily recounted everything he had seen, which he remembered clearly.

Now this is merely another form of what the Laplanders, the African magicians, and the Schaamans of Siberia, do by taking narcotics and turning round till they fall down in a state of insensibility, in which condition they are clear-seers, and besides vaticinating, describe scenes, places, and persons, they have never seen. In Barbary they anoint their hands with a black ointment, and then holding them up in the sun, they see whatever they desire, like the Egyptians.

Now this is just another version of what the Laplanders, African magicians, and Shamans of Siberia do by using narcotics and spinning around until they collapse in a state of unconsciousness. In that condition, they have heightened perception and can predict events, as well as describe scenes, places, and people they've never encountered. In Barbary, they rub their hands with a black ointment, then hold them up to the sun to see whatever they want, similar to the Egyptians.

Lady S⁠—— possesses somewhat of a singular faculty, naturally. By walking rapidly round a room several times, till a certain degree of vertigo is produced, she will name to you any person you have privately thought of or agreed upon with others. Her phrase is: “I see” so and so.

Lady S⁠—— has a unique ability, naturally. By pacing quickly around a room several times until she feels a bit dizzy, she can identify any person you have privately thought of or discussed with others. Her phrase is: “I watch” so and so.

Monsieur Laborde purchased the secret of Achmed, who said he had learned it from two celebrated scheicks of his own country, which was Algiers. Monsieur L. found it connected with both physics and magnetism, and practised it himself afterward with perfect success; and he affirms, positively, that under the influence of a particular organization and certain ceremonies, among which he can not distinguish which are indispensable and which are not, that a child, without fraud or collusion, can see, as through a window or peep-hole, people moving, who appear and disappear at their command, and with whom they hold communication—and they remember everything after the operation. He says: “I narrate, but explain nothing; I produced those effects, but can not comprehend them; I only affirm in the most positive manner that what I relate is true. I performed the experiment in various places, with various subjects, before numerous witnesses, in my own room or other rooms, in the open air, and even in a boat on the Nile. The exactitude and detailed descriptions of persons, places, and scenes, could by no possibility be feigned.”

Monsieur Laborde bought the secret from Achmed, who claimed he learned it from two famous sheiks from his homeland, Algiers. Monsieur L. discovered it was linked to both physics and magnetism, and he practiced it himself afterward with complete success. He confidently asserts that under the influence of a particular setup and certain rituals, which he can’t distinguish as essential or not, a child, without any trickery or collaboration, can see—like through a window or a peephole—people moving, who appear and disappear at will and can communicate with them, remembering everything afterward. He says: “I tell this story, but I won’t explain it; I created those effects, but I can’t understand them; I firmly state that what I share is true. I conducted the experiment in various locations, with different participants, in front of many witnesses, in my own room or other spaces, in the open air, and even in a boat on the Nile. The accuracy and detailed descriptions of individuals, places, and scenes could not possibly be faked.”

Moreover, Baron Dupotet has very lately succeeded in obtaining these phenomena in Paris, from persons not somnambulic selected from his audience,—the chief difference being that they did not recollect what they had seen when the crisis was over.

Moreover, Baron Dupotet has recently managed to achieve these phenomena in Paris, using individuals from his audience who are not somnambulistic— the main difference being that they don't remember what they witnessed once the crisis ends.

Cagliostro, though a charlatan, was possessed of this secret, and it was his great success in it that chiefly sustained his reputation; the spectators, convinced he could make children see distant places and persons in glass, were persuaded he could do other things, which appeared to them no more mysterious. Dr. Dee was perfectly honest with regard to his mirror, in which he could see by concentrating his mind on it; but, as he could not remember what he saw, he employed Kelly to see for him, while he himself wrote down the revelations: and Kelly was a rogue, and deceived and ruined him.

Cagliostro, despite being a fraud, held this secret, and his significant success with it largely upheld his reputation; the audience, convinced he could help children see far-off places and people in glass, believed he could perform other feats that seemed just as unexplainable to them. Dr. Dee was entirely truthful about his mirror, which allowed him to see by focusing his mind on it; however, since he couldn’t recall what he witnessed, he hired Kelly to see for him while he wrote down the insights: and Kelly was a swindler who deceived and brought about his downfall.

A friend of Pfeffel’s knew a boy, apprenticed to an apothecary at Schoppenweyer, who, having been observed to amuse himself by looking into vials filled with water, was asked what he saw; when it was discovered that he possessed this faculty of seeing in glass, which was afterward very frequently exhibited for the satisfaction of the curious. Pfeffel also mentions another boy who had this faculty, and who went about the country with a small mirror, answering questions, recovering stolen goods, &c. He said that he one day fell in with some gipsies, one of whom was sitting apart and staring into this glass. The boy, from curiosity, looked over his shoulder and exclaimed that he saw “a fine man who was moving about;” whereupon the gipsy, having interrogated him, gave him the glass; “for,” said he, “I have been staring in it long enough, and can see nothing but my own face.”

A friend of Pfeffel’s knew a boy who was an apprentice to a pharmacist in Schoppenweyer. This boy, who amused himself by looking into vials filled with water, was asked what he saw. It turned out he had this ability to see in glass, which he later demonstrated often for the curious. Pfeffel also mentions another boy with this ability who traveled around the country with a small mirror, answering questions, recovering stolen items, etc. He said that one day he encountered some gypsies, and one of them was sitting alone, staring into this glass. Out of curiosity, the boy looked over his shoulder and exclaimed that he saw “a fine man who was moving around.” The gypsy, after asking him some questions, gave him the glass, saying, “I’ve been staring into it long enough, and can see nothing but my own face.”

It is almost unnecessary to observe that the sacred books of the Jews and of the Indians testify to their acquaintance with this mode of divination, as well as many others.

It’s almost needless to point out that the sacred texts of the Jews and the Indians show their familiarity with this form of divination, along with many others.

Many persons will have heard or read an account of Mr. Canning and Mr. Huskisson having seen, while in Paris, the visionary representation of their own deaths in water, as exhibited to them by a Russian or Polish lady there: as I do not, however, know what authority there is for this story, I will not insist on it here. But St. Simon relates a very curious circumstance of this nature, which occurred at Paris, and was related to him by the duke of Orleans, afterward regent. The latter said that he had sent on the preceding evening for a man, then in Paris, who pretended to exhibit whatever was desired in a glass of water. He came, and a child of seven years old, belonging to the house, being called up, they bade her tell what she saw doing in certain places. She did; and as they sent to these places and found her report correct, they bade her next describe under what circumstances the king would die, without, however, asking when the death would take place.

Many people have probably heard or read about Mr. Canning and Mr. Huskisson who, while in Paris, witnessed a bizarre depiction of their own deaths in water, shown to them by a Russian or Polish woman. However, since I’m not sure about the credibility of that story, I won’t dwell on it here. But St. Simon shares a very interesting incident of a similar nature that took place in Paris, which he got from the Duke of Orleans, who later became regent. He mentioned that he had summoned a man who was in Paris the previous evening, someone who claimed he could show whatever was asked for in a glass of water. The man arrived, and a seven-year-old girl from the household was brought in. They asked her what she could see happening in certain places. She answered, and when they sent people to those places, they found her descriptions to be accurate. They then asked her to describe the circumstances under which the king would die, but they didn’t inquire about when that would happen.

The child knew none of the court, and had never been at Versailles; yet she described everything exactly—the room, bed, furniture, and the king himself, Madame de Maintenon, Fagon, the physician, the princes and princesses—everybody, in short, including a child, wearing an order, in the arms of a lady whom she recognised as having seen; this was Madame de Ventadour.

The child didn't know anyone at court and had never been to Versailles; yet she accurately described everything—the room, the bed, the furniture, and even the king himself, Madame de Maintenon, Dr. Fagon, the princes and princesses—everyone, really, including a child wearing a medal in the arms of a lady she recognized from having seen her before; that was Madame de Ventadour.

It was remarkable that she omitted the dukes de Bourgogne and Berry, and Monseigneur, and also the duchess de Bourgogne. Orleans insisted they must be there, describing them; but she always said “No.” These persons were then all well, but they died before the king. She also saw the children of the prince and princess of Conti, but not themselves—which was correct, as they also died shortly after this occurrence.

It was surprising that she left out the dukes of Burgundy and Berry, Monseigneur, and also the duchess of Burgundy. Orleans argued that they needed to be included, describing them; but she always replied, “No.” All these people were alive at the time, but they died before the king. She also saw the children of the prince and princess of Conti, but not the parents themselves—which was accurate, as they also passed away shortly after this event.

Orleans then wished to see his own destiny; and the man said, if he would not be frightened he could show it to him, as if painted on the wall; and after fifteen minutes of conjuration, the duke appeared, of the natural size, dressed as usual, but with a couronne fermée or closed crown on his head, which they could not comprehend, as it was not that of any country they knew of. It covered his head, had only four circles, and nothing at the top. They had never seen such a one. When he became regent, they understood that that was the interpretation of the prediction.

Orleans wanted to see his future; the man said that if he wasn't afraid, he could show it to him, as if it were painted on the wall. After fifteen minutes of summoning, the duke appeared, life-sized, dressed as usual, but wearing a closed crown or closed crown on his head, which they couldn't understand, as it wasn't from any country they knew. It covered his head, had only four circles, and nothing on top. They had never seen one like it. When he became regent, they realized that this was the meaning of the prediction.

In connection with this subject, the aversion to glass frequently manifested by dogs is well worthy of observation.

In relation to this topic, the dislike for glass often shown by dogs is definitely worth noting.

When facts of this kind are found to be recorded or believed in, in all parts of the world, from the beginning of it up to the present time, it is surely vain for the so-called savants to deny them; and, as Cicero justly says in describing the different kinds of magic, “What we have to do with is the facts, since of the cause we know little. Neither,” he adds, “are we to repudiate these phenomena, because we sometimes find them imperfect, or even false, any more than we are to distrust that the human eye sees, although some do this very imperfectly, or not at all.”

When facts like these are found recorded or believed in all parts of the world, from the very beginning up to now, it’s surely pointless for so-called specialists to deny them; and as Cicero wisely says when discussing different types of magic, “What matters are the facts, since we know little about the cause. Nor,” he adds, “should we reject these phenomena just because we sometimes find them flawed or even false, any more than we should doubt that the human eye sees, even though some do so very imperfectly or not at all.”

We are part spirit and part matter: by the former we are allied to the spiritual world and to the absolute spirit; and as nobody doubts that the latter can work magically, that is, by the mere act of will—for by the mere act of will all things were created, and by its constant exertion all things are sustained—why should we be astonished that we, who partake of the Divine nature and were created after God’s own image, should also, within certain limits, partake of this magical power? That this power has been frequently abused, is the fault of those who, being capable, refuse to investigate, and deny the existence of these and similar phenomena; and, by thus casting them out of the region of legitimate science, leave them to become the prey of the ignorant and designing.

We are part spirit and part matter: through our spirit, we connect to the spiritual world and to the absolute spirit; and since no one doubts that matter can function in a magical way—through the simple act of will, as everything was created and is maintained by this will—why should we be surprised that we, who share in the Divine nature and were made in God’s image, should also, within certain limits, have this magical power? The fact that this power has often been misused is because those who are capable choose not to explore or deny the existence of these and similar phenomena; by dismissing them from the realm of legitimate science, they leave them vulnerable to the ignorant and the manipulative.

Dr. Ennemoser, in his very learned work on magic, shows us that all the phenomena of magnetism and somnambulism, and all the various kinds of divination, have been known and practised in every country under the sun; and have been intimately connected with, and indeed may be traced up to the fountain-head of every religion.

Dr. Ennemoser, in his highly insightful work on magic, demonstrates that all the phenomena of magnetism, sleepwalking, and various forms of divination have been recognized and practiced in every country around the world; they are closely linked to and can indeed be traced back to the origins of every religion.

What are the limits of these powers possessed by us while in the flesh—how far they may be developed—and whether, at the extreme verge of what we can effect, we begin to be aided by God or by spirits of other spheres of existence bordering on ours—we know not; but, with respect to the morality of these practices, it suffices that what is good in act or intention, must come of good; and what is evil in act or intention, must come of evil: which is true now, as it was in the time of Moses and the prophets, when miracles and magic were used for purposes holy and unholy, and were to be judged accordingly. God works by natural laws, of which we yet know very little, and, in some departments of his kingdom, nothing; and whatever appears to us supernatural, only appears so from our ignorance; and whatever faculties or powers he has endowed us with, it must have been designed we should exercise and cultivate for the benefit and advancement of our race: nor can I for one moment suppose that, though like everything else, liable to abuse, the legitimate exercise of these powers, if we knew their range, would be useless, much less pernicious or sinful.

What are the limits of the powers we have while in the flesh—how far we can develop them—and whether, at the very edge of what we can achieve, we start to receive help from God or from spirits of other realms that coexist with us—we don’t know; but, in terms of the morality of these practices, it’s enough to say that good actions or intentions must come from what is good, and evil actions or intentions must come from what is evil: this is true now, just as it was during the time of Moses and the prophets, when miracles and magic were used for both holy and unholy purposes and needed to be judged accordingly. God operates through natural laws, of which we still know very little, and in some areas of His domain, nothing at all; and whatever seems supernatural to us only does so because of our ignorance; and whatever abilities or powers He has given us must have been intended for us to use and develop for the benefit and progress of our species: I cannot imagine that, even though they are subject to abuse like everything else, the legitimate use of these powers, if we understood their scope, would be useless, and much less harmful or sinful.

Of the magical power of will, as I have said before, we know nothing; and it does not belong to a purely rationalistic age to acknowledge what it can not understand. In all countries men have arisen, here and there, who have known it, and some traces of it have survived both in language and in popular superstitions. “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard-seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, ‘Remove hence,’ and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you. Howbeit, this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.” And, veuillez et croyez—will and believe—was the solution Puységur gave of his magical cures; and no doubt the explanation of those affected by royal hands is to be found in the fact that they believed in themselves; and having faith, they could exercise will. But, with the belief in the divine right of kings, the faith and the power would naturally expire together.

Of the magical power of will, as I've mentioned before, we really know nothing; and it's not typical of a purely rational age to acknowledge what it can't understand. Throughout history, people have emerged here and there who have recognized it, and some evidence of it remains in language and popular superstitions. “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here,' and it will move; nothing will be impossible for you. However, this kind of spirit doesn't come out except by prayer and fasting.” And, please and believe—will and believe—was the solution Puységur offered for his magical cures; no doubt, the reason those touched by royal hands experienced these effects is that they believed in themselves; and with belief, they could harness gonna. But with the belief in the divine right of kings, both faith and power would naturally fade away together.

With respect to what Christ says, in the above-quoted passage, of fasting, numerous instances are extant, proving that clear-seeing and other magical or spiritual powers are sometimes developed by it.

With regard to what Christ says in the quoted passage about intermittent fasting, there are many examples that show that insight and other magical or spiritual abilities can sometimes be enhanced by it.

Wilhelm Krause, a doctor of philosophy and a lecturer at Jena, who died during the prevalence of the cholera, cultivated these powers and preached them. I have not been able to obtain his works, they being suppressed as far as is practicable by the Prussian government. Krause could leave his body, and, to all appearance, die whenever he pleased. One of his disciples, yet living, Count von Eberstein, possesses the same faculty.

Wilhelm Krause, a PhD and lecturer at Jena, who died during the cholera outbreak, developed these abilities and promoted them. I haven't been able to access his work, as the Prussian government has effectively suppressed it. Krause could leave his body and, by all accounts, die whenever he wanted. One of his disciples, still alive, Count von Eberstein, has the same ability.

Many writers of the sixteenth century were well acquainted with the power of will, and to this was attributed the good or evil influence of blessings and curses. They believed it to be of great effect in curing diseases, and that by it alone life might be extinguished. That, subjectively, life may be extinguished, we have seen by the cases of Colonel Townshend, the dervish that was buried, Hermotinus, and others: for doubtless the power that could perform so much, could, under an adequate motive, have performed more: and since all things in nature, spiritual and material, are connected, and that there is an unceasing interaction between them, we being members of one great whole, only individualized by our organisms, it is possible to conceive that the power which can be exerted on our own organism might be extended to others: and since we can not conceive man to be an isolated being—the only intelligence besides God—none above us and none below—but must, on the contrary, believe that there are numerous grades of intelligences, it seems to follow, of course, that we must stand in some kind of relation to them, more or less intimate; nor is it at all surprising that with some individuals this relation should be more intimate than with others. Finally, we are not entitled to deny the existence of this magical or spiritual power, as exerted by either incorporated or unincorporated spirits, because we do not comprehend how it can be exerted; since, in spite of all the words that have been expended on the subject, we are equally ignorant of the mode in which our own will acts upon our own muscles. We know the fact, but not the mode of it.

Many writers in the sixteenth century understood the power of will, and they attributed the good or bad effects of blessings and curses to this. They believed it played a significant role in healing diseases and that it alone could end a life. We’ve seen evidence of life being ended subjectively in cases like Colonel Townshend, the dervish who was buried, Hermotinus, and others. Surely, a power that could achieve so much could also do more if motivated properly. Since everything in nature, both spiritual and physical, is connected, and there's an ongoing interaction among them, we, as part of a larger whole, only individualized by our bodies, can imagine that the power we have over our own being might extend to others. Since we can’t picture humans as isolated beings—being the only intelligence apart from God—there must be different levels of intelligences, which means we likely have some kind of relationship with them, whether close or distant. It's not surprising that some people might have a closer connection than others. Lastly, we shouldn't deny the existence of this magical or spiritual power, whether it comes from spirits with bodies or without, just because we don’t understand how it works. Despite all the discussion on the topic, we still don’t fully know how our own will influences our muscles. We know it happens, but we don’t know how.


CHAPTER XVIII.

CONCLUSION.

Of the power of the mind over matter, we have a remarkable example in the numerous well-authenticated instances of the stigmata. As in most cases this phenomenon has been connected with a state of religious exaltation, and has been appropriated by the Roman church as a miracle, the fact has been in this country pretty generally discredited, but without reason. Ennemoser, Passavent, Schubert, and other eminent German physiologists, assure us that not only is the fact perfectly established, as regards many of the so-called saints, but also that there have been indubitable modern instances, as in the case of the ecstaticas of the Tyrol, Catherine Emmerich (commonly called the Nun of Dulmen), Maria Morl, and Domenica Lazzari, who have all exhibited the stigmata.

Of the mind's ability to influence physical matter, we have a striking example in the many well-documented cases of the stigmata. Since this phenomenon is often linked to a state of religious fervor and has been embraced by the Roman Catholic Church as a miracle, it has generally been dismissed in this country, though without justification. Ennemoser, Passavent, Schubert, and other respected German physiologists confirm that not only is this fact well-established for many of the so-called saints, but there have also been undeniable modern instances, such as the ecstatic individuals from Tyrol, Catherine Emmerich (often referred to as the Nun of Dulmen), Maria Morl, and Domenica Lazzari, all of whom have displayed the stigmata.

Catherine Emmerich, the most remarkable of the three, began very early to have visions, and to display unusual endowments. She was very pious; could distinguish the qualities of plants, reveal secrets or distant circumstances, and knew people’s thoughts; but was, however, extremely sickly, and exhibited a variety of extraordinary and distressing symptoms, which terminated in her death. The wounds of the crown of thorns round her head, and those of the nails in her hands and feet, were as perfect as if painted by an artist, and they bled regularly on Fridays. There was also a double cross on her breast. When the blood was wiped away, the marks looked like the puncture of flies. She seldom took any nourishment but water; and, having been but a poor cow-keeper, she discoursed, when in the ecstatic state, as if inspired.

Catherine Emmerich, the most extraordinary of the three, started having visions and showing unusual abilities very early on. She was deeply religious; she could identify the properties of plants, uncover secrets or distant events, and knew what people were thinking. However, she was also very frail and suffered from various extraordinary and painful symptoms, which ultimately led to her death. The wounds from the crown of thorns around her head and those from the nails in her hands and feet were so perfect they looked like they were painted by an artist, and they bled regularly on Fridays. There was also a double cross on her chest. When the blood was cleaned off, the marks resembled insect bites. She rarely consumed anything except water; and, although she was just a poor cattle herder, she spoke with great insight when in a trance-like state.

I am well aware that on reading this, many persons who never saw her, will say it was all imposture. It is very easy to say this; but it is as absurd as presumptuous to pronounce on what they have had no opportunity of observing. I never saw these women either; but I find myself much more disposed to accept the evidence of those who did, than of those who only “do not believe, because they do not believe.”

I know that many people who never met her will read this and claim it was all a trick. It’s easy to make that claim, but it's just as foolish as it is arrogant to judge something they know nothing about. I’ve never seen these women either, but I’m much more inclined to trust the accounts of those who have than to listen to those who just "don't believe because they don't believe."

Neither Catherine Emmerich nor the others made their sufferings a source of profit, nor had they any desire to be exhibited—but quite the contrary. She could see in the dark as well as the light, and frequently worked all night at making clothes for the poor, without lamp or candle.

Neither Catherine Emmerich nor the others turned their suffering into a way to gain something, nor did they want to be put on display—but quite the opposite. She was able to see in the dark as well as in the light, and often worked all night making clothes for the poor, without a lamp or candle.

There have been instances of magnetic patients being stigmatized in this manner. Madame B. von N⁠—— dreamed one night that a person offered her a red and a white rose, and that she chose the latter. On awaking she felt a burning pain in her arm, and by degrees there arose there the figure of a rose perfect in form and color. It was rather raised above the skin. The mark increased in intensity till the eighth day, after which it faded away, and by the fourteenth was no longer perceptible.

There have been cases of people with magnetic abilities facing stigma like this. Madame B. von N⁠—— dreamed one night that someone offered her a red rose and a white rose, and she chose the white one. When she woke up, she felt a burning pain in her arm, and gradually a perfect rose appeared on her skin in both shape and color. It was slightly raised above the surface. The mark grew more intense until the eighth day, after which it began to fade away, and by the fourteenth day, it was no longer visible.

A letter from Moscow, addressed to Dr. Kerner, in consequence of reading the account of the “Nun of Dulmen,” relates a still more extraordinary case. At the time of the French invasion, a Cossack having pursued a Frenchman into a cul de sac—an alley without an outlet—there ensued a terrible conflict between them, in which the latter was severely wounded. A person who had taken refuge in this close and could not get away, was so dreadfully frightened, that when he reached home, there broke out on his body the very same wounds that the Cossack had inflicted on his enemy!

A letter from Moscow, addressed to Dr. Kerner, mentions an even more remarkable case after reading about the “Nun of Dulmen.” During the French invasion, a Cossack chased a Frenchman into a dead-end street—an alley with no exit—and a fierce fight broke out between them, with the Frenchman getting seriously injured. A person who had sought shelter in this dead-end and couldn’t escape was so terrified that when he got home, he developed the exact same wounds that the Cossack had inflicted on his opponent!

The signatures of the fœtus are analogous facts; and if the mind of the mother can thus act on another organism, why not the minds of the saints, or of Catherine Emmerich, on their own? From the influence of the mother on the child, we have but one step to that asserted to be possible between two organisms not visibly connected for the difficulty therein lies, that we do not see the link that connects them, though doubtless it exists. Dr. Blacklock, who lost his eyesight at an early period, said that, when awake, he distinguished persons by hearing and feeling them; but when asleep, he had a distinct impression of another sense. He then seemed to himself united to them by a kind of distant contact, which was effected by threads passing from their bodies to his, which seems to be but a metaphorical expression of the fact; for, whether the connection be maintained by an all-pervading ether, or be purely dynamic, that the intertraction exists between both organic and inorganic bodies, is made evident wherever there is sufficient excitability to render the effects sensible.

The signatures of the fetus are similar facts; and if the mother's mind can influence another organism, why can't the minds of the saints, or Catherine Emmerich, influence their own? From the mother’s effect on the child, it's just a small step to suggesting that a similar connection might exist between two organisms that aren't visibly linked. The challenge lies in not seeing the connection between them, although it certainly exists. Dr. Blacklock, who lost his sight at a young age, said that when he was awake, he recognized people by hearing and feeling them; but when he was asleep, he had a clear impression of another sense. He felt as though he was connected to them by a kind of distant touch, which he described as threads extending from their bodies to his. This appears to be just a metaphor for the reality, since whether the connection is maintained through an all-pervasive ether or just through dynamic interaction, the existence of interaction between both organic and inorganic bodies is evident wherever there's enough sensitivity to make the effects noticeable.

Till very lately, the powers of the divining-rod were considered a mere fable; yet, that this power exists, though not in the rod, but in the person that holds it, is now perfectly well established. Count Tristan, who has written a book on the subject, says that about one in forty have it, and that a complete course of experiments has proved the phenomenon to be electric. The rod seems to serve, in some degree, the same purpose as the magical mirror and conjurations, and it is also serviceable in presenting a result visible to the eye of the spectator. But numerous cases are met with, in which metals or water are perceived beneath the surface of the earth, without the intervention of the rod. A man, called Bleton, from Dauphiny, possessed this divining power in a remarkable degree, as did a Swiss girl, called Katherine Beutler. She was strong and healthy, and of a phlegmatic temperament, yet so susceptible of these influences that, without the rod, she pointed out and traced the course of water, veins of metal, coal-beds, salt-mines, &c. The sensations produced were sometimes on the soles of her feet, sometimes on her tongue, or in her stomach. She never lost the power wholly, but it varied considerably in intensity at different times, as it did with Bleton. She was also rendered sensible of the bodily pains of others, by laying her hand on the affected part, or near it; and she performed several magnetic cures.

Until very recently, the abilities of the divining rod were seen as just a myth; however, it's now well established that this power exists, not within the rod itself, but in the person holding it. Count Tristan, who has written a book on the subject, claims that about one in forty people have this ability, and a complete series of experiments has shown that the phenomenon is electric. The rod seems to function similarly to a magical mirror and incantations, also providing a visible result for onlookers. However, there are many instances where metals or water can be sensed beneath the earth’s surface without using the rod. A man named Bleton from Dauphiny had this divining ability exceptionally well, as did a Swiss girl named Katherine Beutler. She was strong, healthy, and had a calm demeanor, yet she was so sensitive to these influences that, without the rod, she could point out and trace water sources, metal veins, coal beds, salt mines, etc. The sensations she experienced were sometimes felt in the soles of her feet, at other times on her tongue, or in her stomach. She never completely lost this ability, though its intensity varied significantly at different times, as it did for Bleton. She could also sense the physical pains of others by placing her hand on or near the affected area, and she performed several magnetic healing sessions.

A person now alive, named Dussange, in the Maçonnés, possesses this power. He is a simple, honest man, who can give no account of his own faculty. The Abbés Chatelard and Paramelle can also discover subterraneous springs; but they say it is effected by means of their geological science. Monsieur D⁠——, of Cluny, however, found the faculty of Dussange much more to be relied on. The Greeks and Romans made hydroscopy an art; and there are works alluded to as having existed on this subject, especially one by Marcellus. The caduceus of Mercury, the wand of Circe, and the wands of the Egyptian sorcerers, show that the wand or rod was always looked upon as a symbol of divination. One of the most remarkable instances of the use of the divining-rod, is that of Jacques Aymar.

A person currently alive named Dussange, from the Maçonnés, has this ability. He is an honest, straightforward man who can't explain how he does it. Abbés Chatelard and Paramelle can also find underground springs, but they claim it’s through their geological knowledge. However, Monsieur D⁠—— from Cluny found Dussange's ability to be much more trustworthy. The Greeks and Romans turned hydroscopy into a skill, and there are references to texts that once existed on this topic, especially one by Marcellus. The caduceus of Mercury, the wand of Circe, and the wands used by Egyptian sorcerers all indicate that a stick or rod has long been seen as a symbol of divination. One of the most notable examples of using a divining rod is that of Jacques Aymar.

On the 5th of July, 1692, a man and his wife were murdered in a cellar at Lyons, and their house was robbed. Having no clew whatever to the criminal, this peasant, who had the reputation of being able to discover murderers, thieves, and stolen articles, by means of the divining-rod, was sent for from Dauphiny. Aymar undertook to follow the footsteps of the assassins, but he said he must first be taken into the cellar where the murder was committed. The procurator royal conducted him thither; and they gave him a rod out of the first wood that came to hand. He walked about the cellar, but the rod did not move till he came to the spot where the man had been killed. Then Aymar became agitated, and his pulse beat as if he were in a high fever; and all these symptoms were augmented when he approached the spot on which they had found the body of the woman. From this, he, of his own accord, went into a sort of shop where the robbery had been committed; thence he proceeded into the street, tracing the assassin, step by step, first to the court of the archbishop’s palace, then out of the city, and along the right side of the river. He was escorted all the way by three persons appointed for the purpose, who all testified that sometimes he detected the traces of three accomplices, sometimes only of two. He led the way to the house of a gardener, where he insisted that they had touched a table and one of three bottles that were yet standing upon it. It was at first denied; but two children, of nine or ten years old, said that three men had been there, and had been served with wine in that bottle. Aymar then traced them to the river where they had embarked in a boat; and, what is very extraordinary, he tracked them as surely on the water as on the land. He followed them wherever they had gone ashore, went straight to the places they had lodged at, pointed out their beds, and the very utensils of every description that they had used. On arriving at Sablon, where some troops were encamped, the rod and his own sensations satisfied him that the assassins were there; but fearing the soldiers would ill treat him, he refused to pursue the enterprise further, and returned to Lyons. He was, however, promised protection, and sent back by water, with letters of recommendation. On reaching Sablon, he said they were no longer there; but he tracked them into Languedoc, entering every house they had stopped at, till he at length reached the gate of the prison, in the town of Beaucaire, where he said one of them would be found. They brought all the prisoners before him, amounting to fifteen; and the only one his rod turned on was a little Bossu, or deformed man, who had just been brought in for a petty theft. He then ascertained that the two others had taken the road to Nimes, and offered to follow them; but as the man denied all knowledge of the murder, and declared he had never been at Lyons, it was thought best that they should return there; and as they went the way they had come, and stopped at the same houses, where he was recognised, he at length confessed that he had travelled with two men who had engaged him to assist in the crime. What is very remarkable, it was found necessary that Jacques Aymar should walk in front of the criminal, for when he followed him he became violently sick. From Lyons to Beaucaire is forty-five miles.

On July 5, 1692, a man and his wife were murdered in a cellar in Lyons, and their house was robbed. With no leads on the suspect, a local peasant known for his ability to find murderers, thieves, and stolen items using a divining rod was called from Dauphiny. Aymar agreed to track the killers but said he first needed to go into the cellar where the murder happened. The royal prosecutor took him there, and they handed him a rod made from the first available wood. He walked around the cellar, but the rod didn’t move until he reached the spot where the man had been killed. Then Aymar became agitated, and his pulse raced as if he had a fever; these signs intensified when he got closer to where they found the woman's body. On his own, he then entered a shop where the robbery had taken place; from there, he went into the street, tracing the killer step by step—first to the court of the archbishop’s palace, then out of the city, and along the right bank of the river. He was escorted the entire way by three appointed individuals, who all testified that sometimes he picked up the trail of three accomplices, sometimes only two. He led them to a gardener's house, insisting that they had touched a table and one of the three bottles still sitting on it. Initially denied, two kids, about nine or ten years old, said that three men had been there and had been served wine from that bottle. Aymar then followed their trail to the river, where they had gotten into a boat; remarkably, he tracked them just as accurately on the water as on land. He followed them wherever they went ashore, went straight to the places they stayed, pointed out their beds, and identified the exact utensils they had used. When he reached Sablon, where some troops were camped, his rod and his own instincts told him the killers were there; but fearing mistreatment by the soldiers, he decided not to pursue them further and went back to Lyons. However, he was promised protection and sent back by boat with letters of recommendation. Once he arrived in Sablon, he said they were no longer there; but he tracked them into Languedoc, checking every house they had stayed at until he finally reached the prison gate in Beaucaire, where he said one of them would be found. They brought all the prisoners—fifteen in total—before him, and the only one his rod indicated was a little Boss, or deformed man, who had just been brought in for a minor theft. He then learned that the other two had gone to Nimes and offered to follow them; but since the man denied any knowledge of the murder and claimed he had never been to Lyons, it was decided best to return there. As they retraced their steps and stopped at the same houses, where he was recognized, he eventually confessed that he had traveled with two men who had hired him to help commit the crime. Interestingly, Jacques Aymar had to walk in front of the criminal; whenever he followed him, he became seriously ill. The distance from Lyons to Beaucaire is forty-five miles.

As the confession of the Bossu confirmed all Aymar had asserted, the affair now created an immense sensation; and a great variety of experiments were instituted, every one of which proved perfectly satisfactory. Moreover, two gentlemen, one of them the controller of the customs, were discovered to possess this faculty, though in a minor degree. They now took Aymar back to Beaucaire, that he might trace the other two criminals; and he went straight again to the prison-gate, where he said that now another would be found. On inquiry, however, it was discovered that a man had been there to inquire for the Bossu, but was gone again. He then followed them to Toulon, and finally to the frontier of Spain, which set a limit to further researches. He was often so faint and overcome with the effluvia, or whatever it was that guided him, that the perspiration streamed from his brow, and they were obliged to sprinkle him with water to prevent his fainting.

As the confession of the Hunchback confirmed everything Aymar had claimed, the situation created a huge sensation. A variety of tests were conducted, all of which were completely successful. Additionally, two gentlemen, one of whom was the customs controller, were found to have this ability, although in a lesser degree. They then took Aymar back to Beaucaire so he could track down the other two criminals. He returned straight to the prison gate, stating that another one would now be found. However, upon inquiry, it was revealed that a man had come to ask about the Boss but had already left. He then followed them to Toulon, and eventually to the Spanish border, which limited further searches. He often became faint and overwhelmed by the odor or whatever it was that guided him, causing sweat to pour from his forehead, and they had to sprinkle him with water to prevent him from fainting.

He detected many robberies in the same way. His rod moved whenever he passed over metals or water, or stolen goods; but he found that he could distinguish the track of a murderer from all the rest, by the horror and pain he felt. He made this discovery accidentally, as he was searching for water. They dug up the ground, and found the body of a woman that had been strangled.

He sensed many robberies in the same way. His rod moved whenever he passed over metals or water, or stolen items; but he realized that he could identify the trail of a murderer from all the others, due to the horror and pain he felt. He made this discovery by chance while he was looking for water. They dug up the ground and found the body of a woman who had been strangled.

I have myself met with three or four persons in whose hands the rod turned visibly; and there are numerous very remarkable cases recorded in different works. In the Hartz, there is a race of people who support themselves entirely by this sort of divination; and as they are paid very highly, and do nothing else, they are generally extremely worthless and dissipated.

I have personally met three or four people who visibly wield the rod; and there are many astonishing cases documented in various works. In the Hartz region, there is a group of people who make a living entirely through this type of divination; and since they are paid very well and do nothing else, they tend to be quite useless and irresponsible.

The extraordinary susceptibility to atmospheric changes in certain organisms, and the faculty by which a dog tracks the foot of his master, are analogous facts to those of the divining-rod. Mr. Boyle mentions a lady who always perceived if a person that visited her came from a place where snow had lately fallen. I have seen one who, if a quantity of gloves are given her, can tell to a certainty to whom each belongs; and a particular friend of my own, on entering a room, can distinguish perfectly who has been sitting in it, provided these be persons he is familiarly acquainted with. Numerous extraordinary stories are extant respecting this kind of faculty in dogs.

The incredible sensitivity of certain organisms to changes in the atmosphere, along with a dog’s ability to track its owner’s scent, are similar to how a divining rod works. Mr. Boyle talks about a woman who can always tell if a visitor has come from an area where it recently snowed. I’ve known someone who, when given a bunch of gloves, can accurately identify who each pair belongs to; and a particular friend of mine can tell exactly who has been in a room when he enters, as long as those people are ones he knows well. There are many amazing stories about dogs having this kind of ability.

Doubtless not only our bodies, but all matter, sheds its atmosphere around it; the sterility of the ground where metals are found is notorious; and it is asserted that, to some persons, the vapors that emanate from below are visible, and that, as the height of the mountains round a lake furnishes a measure of its depth, so does the height to which these vapors ascend show how far below the surface the mineral treasures or the waters lie. The effect of metals on somnambulic persons is well known to all who have paid any attention to these subjects; and surely may be admitted, when it is remembered that Humboldt has discovered the same sensibility in zoophytes, where no traces of nerves could be detected; and, many years ago, Frascatorius asserted that symptoms resembling apoplexy were sometimes induced by the proximity of a large quantity of metal. A gentleman is mentioned who could not enter the mint at Paris without fainting. In short, so many well-attested cases of idiosyncratic sensibilities exist, that we have no right to reject others because they appear incomprehensible.

Without a doubt, not just our bodies, but all matter, gives off its own atmosphere; it's well-known that areas where metals are found tend to be barren. Some say that the vapors rising from the ground can be seen by certain people, and just as the height of the mountains around a lake indicates its depth, the height to which these vapors rise reveals how far underground the mineral resources or waters are located. The effect of metals on sleepwalkers is widely recognized by anyone who has looked into these topics; and it's certainly reasonable to consider this, especially since Humboldt found similar sensitivity in zoophytes, which lack any visible nerves. Long ago, Frascatorius claimed that symptoms resembling a stroke could occur from being near a large amount of metal. There’s even a story about a man who couldn’t enter the mint in Paris without passing out. In summary, there are so many credible accounts of unique sensitivities that we have no grounds to dismiss others simply because they seem hard to understand.

Now, we may not only easily conceive, but we know it to be a fact, that fear, grief, and other detrimental passions, vitiate the secretions,[9] and augment transpiration; and it is quite natural to suppose that, where a crime has been committed which necessarily aroused a number of turbulent emotions, exhalations perceptible to a very acute sense may for some time hover over the spot; while the anxiety, the terror, the haste, in short, the general commotion of system, that must accompany a murderer in his flight, is quite sufficient to account for his path being recognisable by such an abnormal faculty, “for the wicked flee when no man pursueth.” We also know that a person perspiring with open pores is more susceptible than another to contagion; and we have only to suppose the pores of Jacques Aymar so constituted as easily to imbibe the emanations shed by the fugitive, and we see why he should be affected by the disagreeable sensations he describes.

Now, we not only can easily understand, but we also know it’s a fact that fear, grief, and other negative emotions disrupt secretions,[9] and increase sweating; it’s quite reasonable to think that when a crime occurs that triggers a lot of strong emotions, there might be detectable exhalations lingering in the area for a while. The anxiety, terror, and rush—the overall chaos that a murderer experiences during their escape—are enough to explain why their trail is noticeable to a sensitive perception, “for the wicked flee when no man pursueth.” We also know that someone sweating profusely is more vulnerable to infection; and if we assume Jacques Aymar's pores were such that they easily absorbed the emissions left by the fugitive, it makes sense why he would feel the unpleasant sensations he reports.

The disturbing effect of odors on some persons, which are quite innoxious to others, must have been observed by everybody. Some people do actually almost “die of a rose in aromatic pain.” Boyle says that, in his time, many physicians avoided giving drugs to children, having found that external applications, to be imbibed by the skin, or by respiration, were sufficient; and the homeopaths occasionally use the same means now. Sir Charles Bell told me that Mr. F⁠——, a gentleman well known in public life, had only to hold an old book to his nose to produce all the effects of a cathartic. Elizabeth Okey was oppressed with most painful sensations when near a person whose frame was sinking. Whenever this effect was of a certain intensity, Dr. Elliotson observed that the patient invariably died.

The unsettling impact of smells on some people, which don’t bother others at all, must be something everyone has noticed. Some individuals can nearly “die from the scent of a rose.” Boyle noted that during his time, many doctors avoided giving medication to children, as they found that external treatments, absorbed through the skin or by breathing, were enough; and homeopaths sometimes use the same methods today. Sir Charles Bell told me that Mr. F⁠——, a well-known public figure, only needed to hold an old book to his nose to experience the effects of a laxative. Elizabeth Okey felt intense discomfort when near someone whose health was failing. Whenever this effect reached a certain level, Dr. Elliotson observed that the patient always died.

Herein lies the secret of amulets and talismans, which grew to be a vain superstition, but in which, as in all popular beliefs, there was a germ of truth. Somnambulic persons frequently prescribe them; and absurd as it may seem to many, there are instances in which their efficacy has been perfectly established, be the interpretation of the mystery what it may. In a great plague which occurred in Moravia, a physician, who was constantly among the sufferers, attributed the complete immunity of himself and his family to their wearing amulets composed of the powder of toads, “which,” says Boyle, “caused an emanation adverse to the contagion.” A Dutch physician mentions, that in the plague at Nimeguen, the pest seldom attacked any house till they had used soap in washing their linen. Wherever this was done it appeared immediately.

Here lies the secret of amulets and talismans, which became a foolish superstition, but in which, like all popular beliefs, there was a grain of truth. Sleepwalkers often recommend them; and absurd as it may sound to many, there are cases where their effectiveness has been clearly proven, no matter how the mystery is interpreted. During a major plague in Moravia, a doctor who was constantly around the sick claimed that he and his family remained completely protected because they wore amulets made of powdered toads, "which," says Boyle, "created an effect that was harmful to the contagion." A Dutch doctor noted that during the plague in Nijmegen, the disease rarely attacked a house until they had used soap to wash their linens. As soon as this was done, the plague seemed to appear immediately.

In short, we are the subjects, and so is everything around us, of all manner of subtle and inexplicable influences: and if our ancestors attached too much importance to these ill-understood arcana of the night-side of nature, we have attached too little. The sympathetic effects of multitudes upon each other, of the young sleeping with the old, of magnetism on plants and animals, are now acknowledged facts: may not many other asserted phenomena that we yet laugh at be facts also, though probably too capricious in their nature—by which I mean, depending on laws beyond our apprehension—to be very available? For I take it, that as there is no such thing as chance, but all would be certainty if we knew the whole of the conditions, so no phenomena are really capricious and uncertain: they only appear so to our ignorance and shortsightedness.

In short, we are all influenced by various subtle and mysterious forces, just like everything around us. While our ancestors may have placed too much emphasis on these poorly understood mysteries of the hidden side of nature, we tend to take them too lightly. The effects of large groups on each other, the young sleeping alongside the old, and the impact of magnetism on plants and animals are now accepted truths. Isn’t it possible that many other phenomena we currently dismiss could also be real, even if they're too unpredictable in nature—which I mean by depending on laws we don't fully understand—to be reliably useful? Because I believe that there’s no such thing as chance; everything would be certain if we understood all the conditions involved. Thus, no phenomena are genuinely random or uncertain; they just seem that way because of our ignorance and short-sightedness.

The strong belief that formerly prevailed in the efficacy of sympathetic cures, can scarcely have existed, I think, without some foundation: nor are they a whit more extraordinary than the sympathetic falling of pictures and stopping of clocks and watches, of which such numerous well-attested cases are extant that several learned German physiologists of the present day pronounce the thing indisputable. I have myself heard of some very perplexing instances.

The strong belief that once existed in the effectiveness of sympathetic cures likely had some basis: they are no more extraordinary than the sympathetic falling of pictures and the stopping of clocks and watches, of which there are many well-documented cases. Several respected German physiologists today consider this undeniable. I have personally heard of some very puzzling examples.

Gaffarillus alludes to a certain sort of magnet, not resembling iron, but of a black-and-white color, with which if a needle or knife were rubbed, the body might be punctured or cut without pain. How can we know that this is not true? Jugglers who slashed and cauterized their bodies for the amusement of the public were supposed to avail themselves of such secrets.

Gaffarillus refers to a type of magnet that doesn't look like iron, but has a black-and-white color. If you rubbed a needle or knife with it, you could allegedly puncture or cut your body without feeling any pain. How can we be sure this isn't true? Jugglers who cut and burned their bodies for entertainment were believed to use these kinds of tricks.

How is it possible for us, either, to imagine that the numerous recorded cases of the Blood Ordeal, which consisted in the suspected assassin touching the body of his victim, can have been either pure fictions or coincidences? Not very long ago, an experiment of a frightful nature is said to have been tried in France on a somnambulic person, by placing on the epigastric region a vial filled with the arterial blood of a criminal just guillotined. The effect asserted to have been produced was the establishment of a rapport between the somnambule and the deceased which endangered the life of the former.

How can we possibly think that the many recorded cases of the Blood Test, where a suspected murderer touched their victim's body, were just made up or mere coincidences? Not too long ago, an alarming experiment was reportedly conducted in France on a sleepwalker, where a vial filled with the arterial blood of a recently executed criminal was placed on their stomach. The claimed result was a connection formed between the sleepwalker and the deceased that risked the former's life.

Franz von Baader suggests the hypothesis of a vis sanguinis ultra mortem, and supposes that a rapport or communio vitæ may be established between the murderer and his victim; and he conceives the idea of this mutual relation to be the true interpretation of the sacrificial rites common to all countries, as also of the Blutschuld, or the requiring blood for blood.

Franz von Baader proposes the idea of a blood beyond death and suggests that a connection or community of life can be formed between the murderer and their victim. He believes that this mutual relationship is the correct understanding of the sacrificial rituals found in all cultures, as well as the concept of Blood guilt, which is the demand for blood in exchange for blood.

With regard to the blood ordeal, the following are the two latest instances of it recorded to have taken place in this country; they are extracted from “Hargrave’s State Trials:”—

With respect to the blood ordeal, here are the two most recent instances recorded to have occurred in this country; they are taken from “Hargrave’s State Trials:”

“Evidence having been given with respect to the death of Jane Norkott, an ancient and grave person, minister of the parish in Hertfordshire where the murder took place, being sworn, deposed, that the body being taken up out of the grave, and the four defendants being present, were required each of them, to touch the dead body. Okeman’s wife fell upon her knees, and prayed God to show token of her innocency. The appellant did touch the body, whereupon the brow of the deceased, which was before of a livid and carrion color, began to have a dew, or gentle sweat on it, which increased by degrees till the sweat ran down in drops on the face, the brow turned to a lively and fresh color, and the deceased opened one of her eyes and shut it again, and this opening the eye was done three several times; she likewise thrust out the ring, or marriage finger, three times, and pulled it in again, and blood dropped from the finger on the grass.

“Testimony was given regarding the death of Jane Norkott, an elderly and serious individual, minister of the parish in Hertfordshire where the murder occurred. After being sworn in, it was stated that the body, being exhumed from the grave, required each of the four defendants present to touch the deceased. Okeman’s wife fell to her knees, praying to God to show a sign of her innocence. The appellant did touch the body, and then the brow of the deceased, which had previously been a lifeless and dark color, began to bead with a light sweat that gradually increased until drops ran down her face. The brow turned to a vibrant and fresh color, and the deceased opened one of her eyes and then closed it again, repeating this action three times. She also extended her ring finger three times before retracting it, and blood dripped from the finger onto the grass.”

“Sir Nicholas Hyde, the chief justice, seeming to doubt this evidence, he asked the witness who saw these things besides him, to which he, the witness, answered, ‘My lord, I can not swear what others saw, but I do believe the whole company saw it; and if it had been thought a doubt, proof would have been made, and many would have attested with me. My lord,’ added the witness, observing the surprise his evidence awakened, ‘I am minister of the parish, and have long known all the parties, but never had displeasure against any of them, nor they with me, but as I was minister. The thing was wonderful to me, but I have not interest in the matter, except as called on to testify to the truth. My lord, my brother, who is minister of the next parish, is here present, and, I am sure, saw all that I have affirmed.’ ”

“Sir Nicholas Hyde, the chief justice, seemed to doubt this evidence. He asked the witness who else saw these events. The witness replied, ‘My lord, I can't say what others saw, but I believe the whole group witnessed it; and if there had been any doubt, proof would have been submitted, and many would have supported my testimony. My lord,’ the witness continued, noticing the surprise his testimony caused, ‘I am the minister of the parish and have known all the parties involved for a long time, but I've never had any issues with them, nor they with me, except in my role as minister. The matter is amazing to me, but I have no personal stake in it, only the duty to testify to the truth. My lord, my brother, who is the minister of the next parish, is here with me, and I'm sure he saw everything I have stated.’”

Hereupon, the brother, being sworn, he confirmed the above evidence in every particular, and the first witness added, that having dipped his finger into what appeared to be blood, he felt satisfied that it was really so. It is to be observed, that this extraordinary circumstance must have occurred, if it occurred at all, when the body had been upward of a month dead; for it was taken up in consequence of various rumors implicating the prisoners, after the coroner’s jury had given in a verdict of felo de se. On their first trial, they were acquitted, but an appeal being brought, they were found guilty and executed. It was on this latter occasion that the above strange evidence was given, which, being taken down at the time by Sir John Maynard, then sergeant-at-law, stands recorded, as I have observed, in Hargrave’s edition of “State Trials.”

Hereupon, the brother, after being sworn in, confirmed the evidence above in every detail, and the first witness added that after dipping his finger into what seemed to be blood, he believed it was indeed blood. It's important to note that this extraordinary event must have happened, if it happened at all, when the body had been dead for over a month; it was exhumed due to various rumors involving the prisoners, after the coroner’s jury had delivered a verdict of suicide. During their first trial, they were acquitted, but an appeal was made, and they were found guilty and executed. It was on this latter occasion that the strange evidence mentioned was presented, which was recorded at the time by Sir John Maynard, then sergeant-at-law, and is noted, as I have mentioned, in Hargrave’s edition of “State Trials.”

The above circumstances occurred in the year 1628, and in 1688 the blood ordeal was again had recourse to in the trial of Sir Philip Stansfield for parricide, on which occasion the body had also been buried, but for a short time. Certain suspicions arising, it was disinterred and examined by the surgeons, and, from a variety of indications, no doubt remained that the old man had been murdered, nor that his son was guilty of his death. When the body had been washed and arrayed in clean linen, the nearest relations and friends were desired to lift it and replace it in the coffin; and when Sir Philip placed his hand under it, he suddenly drew it back, stained with blood, exclaiming, “Oh, God!” and letting the body fall, he cried, “Lord, have mercy upon me!” and went and bowed himself over a seat in the church, in which the corpse had been inspected. Repeated testimonies are given to this circumstance in the course of the trial; and it is very remarkable that Sir John Dalrymple, a man of strong intellect, and wholly free from superstition, admits it as an established fact in his charge to the jury.

The events described took place in 1628, and in 1688, the blood trial was used again in the case of Sir Philip Stansfield for the murder of his father. The body had also been buried, but only for a short time. When suspicions arose, it was exhumed and examined by surgeons, and various signs clearly indicated that the old man had been murdered and that his son was responsible for his death. After the body was cleaned and clothed in fresh linen, the closest relatives and friends were asked to lift it and place it back in the coffin. When Sir Philip put his hand underneath it, he suddenly pulled it back, covered in blood, exclaiming, “Oh, God!” and dropping the body he cried, “Lord, have mercy upon me!” Then, he went over and bowed his head on a seat in the church where the corpse had been examined. This event is repeatedly mentioned during the trial, and it’s noteworthy that Sir John Dalrymple, a highly intelligent man who was completely without superstition, acknowledged it as an established fact in his instructions to the jury.

In short, we are all, though in different degrees, the subjects of a variety of subtle influences, which, more or less, neutralize each other, and many of which, therefore, we never observe; and frequently when we do observe the effects, we have neither time nor capacity for tracing the cause; and when in more susceptible organisms such effects are manifested, we content ourselves with referring the phenomena to disease or imposture. The exemption, or the power, whichever it may be, by which certain persons or races are enabled to handle venomous animals with impunity, is a subject that deserves much more attention than it has met with; but nobody thinks of investigating secrets that seem rather curious than profitable; besides which, to believe these things implies a reflection on one’s sagacity. Yet, every now and then, I hear of facts so extraordinary, which come to me from undoubted authority, that I can see no reason in the world for rejecting others that are not much more so. For example, only the other day, Mr. B. C⁠——, a gentleman well known in Scotland, who has lived a great deal abroad, informed me, that having frequently heard of the singular phenomenon to be observed by placing a scorpion and a mouse together under a glass, he at length tried the experiment; and the result perfectly established what he had been previously unable to believe. Both animals were evidently frightened, but the scorpion made the first attack, and stung the mouse, which defended itself bravely, and killed the scorpion. The victory, however, was not without its penalties, for the mouse swelled to an unnatural size, and seemed in danger of dying from the poison of its defeated antagonist, when it relieved itself and was cured by eating the scorpion, which was thus proved to be an antidote to its own venom; furnishing a most interesting and remarkable instance of isopathy.

In short, we are all, although to varying degrees, affected by a range of subtle influences that often cancel each other out, many of which we don't even notice; when we do notice the effects, we usually don't have the time or ability to pinpoint the cause. And when these effects show up in more sensitive individuals, we typically just attribute them to illness or deception. The ability of certain people or groups to handle venomous creatures without harm deserves much more attention than it has received; however, no one wants to investigate curiosities that seem more interesting than useful, and believing in such things might make one question their own intelligence. Still, now and then, I hear of such extraordinary facts from reliable sources that I can't find any reason to dismiss other claims that aren't much less remarkable. For instance, just the other day, Mr. B. C——, a well-known gentleman from Scotland who has spent a lot of time abroad, told me that he had often heard about the unusual phenomenon of putting a scorpion and a mouse together under glass, so he decided to try the experiment. The outcome confirmed what he previously found hard to believe. Both animals were clearly scared, but the scorpion struck first and stung the mouse, which fought back valiantly and killed the scorpion. However, the mouse's victory came with consequences, as it swelled to an unnatural size and looked like it might die from the poison of its defeated foe. It eventually managed to recover by eating the scorpion, which turned out to be an antidote to its own venom; this provides a fascinating and notable example of isopathy.

There is a religious sect in Africa, not far from Algiers, who eat the most venomous serpents alive, and certainly, it is said, without extracting their fangs. They declare they enjoy the privilege from their founder. The creatures writhe and struggle between their teeth; but possibly, if they do bite them, the bite is innocuous.

There is a religious group in Africa, not far from Algiers, that eats the most poisonous snakes alive, and apparently, they do this without removing their fangs. They claim this practice is a privilege handed down by their founder. The snakes squirm and fight in their mouths; however, it's possible that if they do get bitten, the bites are harmless.

Then, not to mention the common expedients of extracting the poisonous fangs, or forcing the animal by repeated bitings to exhaust their venom, the fact seems too well established to be longer doubted, that there are persons in whom the faculty of charming, or, in other words, disarming serpents, is inherent, as the psylli and marsi of old, and the people mentioned by Bruce, Hassequist, and Lempriere, who were themselves eye-witnesses of the facts they relate. With respect to the marsi, it must be remembered, that Heliogabalus made their priests fling venomous serpents into the circus when it was full of people, and that many perished by the bites of these animals, which the marsi had handled with impunity. The modern charmers told Bruce that their immunity was born with them; and it was established beyond a doubt, during the French expedition into Egypt, that these people go from house to house to destroy serpents, as men do rats in this country. They declare that some mysterious instinct guides them to the animals, which they immediately seize with fury and tear to pieces with their hands and teeth. The negroes of the Antilles can smell a serpent which they do not see, and of whose presence a European is quite insensible; and Madame Calderon de la Barca mentions, in her letters from Mexico, some singular cases of exemption from the pernicious effects of venomous bites; and further relates, that in some parts of America, where rattlesnakes are extremely abundant, they have a custom of innoculating children with the poison, and that this is a preservative from future injury. This may or may not be true; but it is so much the fashion in these days to set down to the account of fable everything deviating from our daily experience, that travellers may repeat these stories for ages before any competent person will take the trouble of verifying the report. However, taking the evidence altogether, it appears clear that there does exist in some persons a faculty of producing in these animals a sort of numbness, or engourdissement, which renders them for the time incapable of mischief; though of the nature of the power we are utterly ignorant, unless it be magnetic. The senses of animals, although generally resembling ours, are yet extremely different in various instances; and we know that many of them have one faculty or another exalted to an intensity of which we have no precise conception. Galen asserted, on the authority of the marsi and psylli themselves, that they obtained their immunity by feeding on the flesh of venomous animals: but Pliny, Elian, Silius Italicus, and others, account for the privilege by attributing it to the use of some substance of a powerful nature, with which they rubbed their bodies; and most modern travellers incline to the same explanation. But if this were the elucidation of the mystery, I suspect it would be easily detected.

Then, not to mention the common methods of removing the poisonous fangs or making the animal bite repeatedly until it runs out of venom, it seems too well established to be doubted anymore that there are people who naturally have the ability to charm, or in other words, disarm snakes, just like the ancient psylli and marsi, as well as the people mentioned by Bruce, Hassequist, and Lempriere, who were eyewitnesses to the events they describe. Regarding the marsi, it’s worth noting that Heliogabalus had their priests throw venomous snakes into the circus when it was packed with people, and many died from the bites of these animals, which the marsi handled without harm. The modern charmers told Bruce that their immunity is innate; and it was undeniably proven during the French expedition to Egypt that these people go door to door to eliminate snakes, just like people do with rats in this country. They claim that some mysterious instinct leads them to the snakes, which they then grab with force and tear apart with their hands and teeth. The Black people of the Antilles can smell a snake they can’t see, while a European remains completely unaware of its presence; and Madame Calderon de la Barca mentions in her letters from Mexico some unusual cases of immunity from the harmful effects of venomous bites. She further states that in some parts of America, where rattlesnakes are very common, there is a tradition of inoculating children with the poison, which supposedly protects them from future harm. This may or may not be true; but it is so trendy these days to dismiss anything that doesn’t align with our everyday experiences as mere myth that travelers could share these stories for years before any qualified person bothers to confirm them. Nevertheless, looking at all the evidence, it seems clear that some individuals possess a kind of ability to induce a state of numbness or numbness in these animals, making them temporarily incapable of causing harm, although we are completely ignorant of the nature of this ability, unless it’s something magnetic. While animal senses generally resemble ours, they can be vastly different in various cases; and we know that many animals have one ability or another heightened to an intensity we cannot fully understand. Galen claimed, based on the accounts of the marsi and psylli themselves, that they gained their immunity by eating the flesh of venomous creatures; but Pliny, Elian, Silius Italicus, and others attribute this privilege to the use of some powerful substance that they rubbed on their bodies; and most modern travelers lean toward the same explanation. However, if this were the solution to the mystery, I suspect it would be easily discovered.

It is observable that in all countries where a secret of this sort exists, there is always found some custom which may be looked upon as either the cause or the consequence of the discovery. In Hindostan, for example, in order to test the truth of an accusation, the cobra capello is flung into a deep pot of earth with a ring; and if the supposed criminal succeeds in extracting the ring without being bitten by the serpent, he is accounted innocent. So the sacred asps in Egypt inflicted death upon the wicked, but spared the good. Dr. Allnut mentions that he saw a negro in Africa touch the protruded tongue of a snake with the black matter from the end of his pipe, which he said was tobacco-oil. The effects were as rapid as a shock of electricity. The animal never stirred again, but stiffened, and was as rigid and hard as if it had been dried in the sun.

It’s clear that in every country where a secret like this exists, there’s always some custom that can be seen as either the reason for or the result of the discovery. In India, for instance, to test the truth of an accusation, a cobra is thrown into a deep pot of dirt with a ring inside; if the accused can pull out the ring without getting bitten, they are considered innocent. Similarly, sacred cobras in Egypt would kill the wicked but spare the righteous. Dr. Allnut recounts seeing a man in Africa touch a snake’s extended tongue with the black stuff from the end of his pipe, which he claimed was tobacco oil. The results were as quick as an electric shock. The snake didn’t move again, going stiff and hard as if it had been dried out in the sun.

It is related of Machamut, a Moorish king, that he fed on poisons till his bite became fatal and his saliva venomous. Cœlius Rhodiginus mentions the same thing of a woman who was thus mortal to all her lovers; and Avicenna mentions a man whose bite was fatal in the same way.

It is said that Machamut, a Moorish king, consumed poisons until his bite became deadly and his saliva toxic. Cœlius Rhodiginus talks about a woman who was similarly lethal to all her lovers; and Avicenna mentions a man whose bite was also fatal in the same way.

The boy that was found in the forest of Arden, in 1563, and who had been nourished by a she-wolf, made a great deal of money for a short time, after he was introduced to civilized life, by exempting the flocks and herds of the shepherds from the peril they nightly ran of being devoured by wolves. This he did by stroking them with his hands, or wetting them with his saliva, after which they for some time enjoyed an immunity. His faculty was discovered from the circumstance of the beasts he kept never being attacked. It left him, however, when he was about fourteen, and the wolves ceased to distinguish him from other human beings.

The boy who was found in the Forest of Arden in 1563, raised by a she-wolf, earned a lot of money for a little while after he was brought into civilized society by protecting the shepherds’ flocks and herds from the danger of being eaten by wolves at night. He did this by stroking the animals with his hands or wetting them with his saliva, after which they enjoyed a period of protection. His ability was noticed because the animals he tended were never attacked. However, he lost this ability around the age of fourteen, and the wolves stopped seeing him as different from other humans.

However, my readers will, I think, ere now have supped full with wonders, if not with horrors—and it is time I should bring this book to a conclusion. If I have done no more, I trust I shall at least have afforded some amusement; but I shall be better pleased to learn that I have induced any one, if it be but one, to look upon life and death, and the mysteries that attach to both, with a more curious and inquiring eye than they have hitherto done. I can not but think that it would be a great step if mankind could familiarize themselves with the idea that they are spirits incorporated for a time in the flesh; but that the dissolution of the connection between soul and body, though it changes the external conditions of the former, leaves its moral state unaltered. What a man has made himself, he will be; his state is the result of his past life, and his heaven or hell is in himself. At death we enter upon a new course of life, and what that life shall be depends upon ourselves. If we have provided oil for our lamps, and fitted ourselves for a noble destiny and the fellowship of the great and good spirits that have passed away, such will be our portion; and if we have misused our talent, and sunk our souls in the sensual pleasures or base passions of this world, we shall carry our desires and passions with us, to make our torment in the other—or perhaps be tethered to the earth by some inextinguishable remorse or disappointed scheme, like those unhappy spirits I have been writing about—and that perhaps for hundreds of years; for, although they be evidently freed from many of the laws of space and matter, while unable to leave the earth, they are still the children of time and have not entered into eternity. It is surely absurd to expect that because our bodies have decayed and fallen away, or been destroyed by an accident, that a miracle is to be wrought in our favor, and that the miser’s love of gold, or the profligate’s love of vice, is to be immediately extinguished, and be superseded by inclinations and tastes better suited to his new condition! New circumstances do not so rapidly engender a new mind here, that we should hope they will do so there: more especially as, in the first place, we do not know what facilities of improvement may remain in us; and in the second, since the law that like seeks like must be undeviating, the blind will seek the blind, and not those who could help them to light.

However, I think my readers have had enough of wonders, if not horror stories—and it’s time to wrap up this book. If I've done nothing else, I hope I've provided some entertainment; but I’d be even happier to know that I’ve encouraged at least one person to view life and death, and the mysteries surrounding both, with a more curious and questioning perspective than before. I truly believe it would be a significant step if humanity could accept the idea that we are spirits temporarily living in the flesh; however, the separation of soul and body, while altering the external conditions of the former, does not change its moral state. What a person has made themselves, they will always be; their state is the outcome of their past life, and their heaven or hell is within them. At death, we embark on a new journey, and what that life becomes is up to us. If we have prepared ourselves and equipped our souls for a noble destiny and the company of the great and good spirits who have gone before us, that will be our fate; but if we have squandered our talents and submerged our souls in worldly pleasures or base passions, we’ll carry those desires and passions with us, creating our torment in the next realm—or perhaps be bound to the earth by some unshakeable regret or failed ambition, like the unfortunate spirits I’ve been writing about—and that could last for hundreds of years. Although they may clearly be free from many of the laws of space and matter, while unable to leave the earth, they are still trapped in time and have not entered eternity. It is certainly ridiculous to think that just because our bodies have decayed and fallen away, or been lost in an accident, a miracle will occur in our favor, and that the miser's love of gold or the hedonist's love of vice will instantly vanish, replaced by inclinations and values more suited to their new condition! New circumstances do not quickly create a new mindset here, so we shouldn’t expect them to do so there: especially since, first, we do not know what opportunities for improvement may still exist within us; and second, because the principle that like seeks like must be consistently true, the blind will seek out the blind, not those who could guide them to the light.

I think, too, that if people would learn to remember that they are spirits, and acquire the habit of conceiving of themselves as individuals, apart from the body, that they would not only be better able to realize this view of a future life, but they would also find it much less difficult to imagine, that, since they belong to the spiritual world on the one hand, quite as much as they belong to the material world on the other, that these extraordinary faculties, which they occasionally see manifested by certain individuals, or in certain states, may possibly be but faint rays of those properties which are inherent in spirit, though temporarily obscured by its connection with the flesh—and designed to be so, for the purposes of this earthly existence. The most ancient nations of the world knew this, although we have lost sight of it, as we learn by the sacred books of the Hebrews.

I think that if people would remember that they are spirits and start seeing themselves as individuals separate from their bodies, they would not only understand the idea of an afterlife better but also find it easier to imagine that, since they belong to the spiritual world just as much as they belong to the material world, these extraordinary abilities that they sometimes see in certain people or situations might just be faint glimpses of those qualities inherent in the spirit, which are temporarily hidden by its connection to the body—and meant to be that way for the sake of this earthly life. The oldest civilizations understood this, even though we’ve lost sight of it, as shown in the sacred texts of the Hebrews.

According to the Cabbalah, “Mankind are endowed by nature, not only with the faculty of penetrating into the regions of the supersensuous and invisible, but also of working magically above and below, or in the worlds of light and darkness. As the Eternal fills the world, sees, and is not seen, so does the soul (N’schamach) fill the body, and sees without being seen. The soul perceives that which the bodily eye can not. Sometimes a man is seized suddenly with a fear, for which he can not account, which is because the soul descries an impending misfortune. The soul possesses also the power of working with the elementary matter of the earth, so as to annihilate one form and produce another. Even by the force of imagination, human beings can injure other things; yea, even to the slaying of a man!” (The new platonist, Paracelsus, says the same thing.) The “Cabbalah” teaches that there have in all times existed men endowed with powers, in a greater or less degree, to work good or evil; for, to be a virtuoso in either, requires a peculiar spiritual vigor: thence, such men as heroes and priests in the kingdom of Tumah (the kingdom of the clean and unclean). “If a man therefore sets his desires on what is godly, in proportion as his efforts are not selfish, but purely a seeking of holiness, he will be endowed, by the free grace of God, with supernatural faculties; and it is the highest aim of existence, that man should regain his connection with his inward, original source, and exalt the material and earthly into the spiritual.” The highest degree of this condition of light and spirit is commonly called “the holy ecstasy,” which is apparently the degree attained by the ecstatics of the Tyrol.

According to the Kabbalah, “Human beings are naturally equipped not only with the ability to explore the realms beyond the sensory and unseen but also to perform magical acts both above and below, or in the worlds of light and darkness. Just as the Eternal fills the world, sees, and remains unseen, so does the soul (N'schamach) fill the body and perceive without being perceived. The soul can see what the physical eye cannot. At times, a person might suddenly feel an inexplicable fear, which happens because the soul senses an approaching misfortune. The soul also has the power to manipulate the fundamental substances of the earth, allowing it to destroy one form and create another. Even through the power of imagination, people can harm other things; yes, even to the point of killing someone!” (The new platonist, Paracelsus, expresses a similar idea.) The “Cabbalah” teaches that throughout history, there have been individuals with varying degrees of power to do good or evil; achieving mastery in either requires a unique spiritual strength, leading to such figures as heroes and priests in the kingdom of Tumah (the realm of clean and unclean). “If a person therefore focuses their desires on what is divine, to the extent that their efforts are unselfish and purely aimed at seeking holiness, they will be granted supernatural abilities by the free grace of God; and the highest purpose of life is for humanity to restore its connection with its inner, original source and elevate the material and earthly into the spiritual.” The highest state of this condition of light and spirit is often referred to as “the holy ecstasy,” which is seemingly the state achieved by the ecstatic individuals of the Tyrol.

I am very far from meaning to imply that it is our duty, or in any way desirable, that we should seek to bring ourselves into this state of holy ecstasy, which seems to involve some derangement of the normal relations between the soul and body; but it is at least equally unwise in us to laugh at, or deny it or its proximate conditions, where they really exist. It appears perfectly clear that, as by giving ourselves up wholly to our external and sensuous life, we dim and obscure the spirit of God that is in us—so, by annihilating, as far as in us lies, the necessities of the body, we may so far subdue the flesh as to loosen the bonds of the spirit, and enable it to manifest some of its inherent endowments. Ascetics and saints have frequently done this voluntarily; and disease, or a peculiar constitution, sometimes does this for us involuntarily: and it is far from desirable that we should seek to produce such a state by either means, but it is extremely desirable that we should avail ourselves of the instruction to be gained by the simple knowledge that such phenomena have existed and been observed in all ages; and that thereby our connection with the spiritual world may become a demonstrated fact to all who choose to open their eyes to it.

I definitely don’t mean to suggest that it’s our responsibility, or that it’s even a good idea, to try to reach a state of holy ecstasy, which seems to mess with the typical relationship between the soul and body. However, it’s just as foolish for us to mock or deny its existence and the conditions that lead to it when they are real. It’s clear that when we fully immerse ourselves in our external and physical lives, we dull the spirit of God within us. Likewise, by suppressing the body’s needs as much as we can, we can lessen its grip on us and allow our spirit to express some of its natural gifts. Ascetics and saints have often chosen to do this on purpose; and sometimes illness or a unique constitution does it for us without us intending it. While it’s not ideal to try to create this state through either approach, it’s definitely valuable to learn from the simple fact that such experiences have existed and been recognized throughout history. This understanding can help strengthen our connection with the spiritual world, making it an undeniable reality for anyone willing to see it.

With regard to the cases of apparitions I have adduced, they are not, as I said before, one hundredth part of those I could have brought forward, had I resorted to a few of the numerous printed collections that exist in all languages.

Regarding the cases of apparitions I've mentioned, they are not, as I stated earlier, even a fraction of what I could have presented if I had drawn from some of the many printed collections available in all languages.

Whether the view I acknowledge myself to take of the facts be or not the correct one—whether we are to look to the region of the psychical or the hyperphysical for the explanation—the facts themselves are certainly well worthy of observation; the more so, as it will be seen that, although ghosts are often said to be out of fashion, such occurrences are, in reality, as rife as ever: while, if these shadowy forms be actually visiters from the dead, I think we can not too soon lend an attentive ear to the tale their reappearance tells us.

Whether my perspective on the facts is correct or not—whether we should turn to the psychological or the supernatural for an explanation—the facts themselves definitely deserve our attention; especially since, as you’ll see, even though ghosts are often considered out of style, such events are actually just as common as ever. If these spectral figures are indeed visitors from the dead, it’s important that we listen closely to the story their return tells us.

That we do not all see them, or that those who promise to come do not all keep tryst, amounts to nothing. We do not know why they can come, nor why they can not; and as for not seeing them, I repeat, we must not forget how many other things there are that we do not see: and since, in science, we know that there are delicate manifestations which can only be rendered perceptible to our organs by the application of the most delicate electrometers, is it not reasonable to suppose that there may exist certain susceptible or diseased organisms, which, judiciously handled, may serve as electrometers to the healthy ones?

That not everyone sees them, or that those who say they will come don’t always show up, doesn’t really matter. We don’t know why some can come and others can’t; and as for not seeing them, let’s not forget how many other things we also don’t see: and since we understand in science that there are subtle signals that can only be detected by the most sensitive devices, isn’t it reasonable to think that there might be certain sensitive or affected organisms that, if handled properly, could act like sensitive devices for healthy ones?

As my book is designed as an inquiry, with a note of interrogation I characteristically bid adieu to my readers.

As my book is meant to be an exploration, with a touch of questioning, I typically say goodbye to my readers.

C. C.

C. C.


In the “Medical Annals,” a case is recorded of a young lady whose axillary excretions were rendered so offensive, by the fright and horror she had experienced in seeing some of her relations assassinated in India, that she was unable to go into society.

In the “Medical Annals,” there’s a case reported about a young woman whose underarm odor became so unbearable, due to the fear and trauma she felt from witnessing some of her relatives murdered in India, that she couldn’t participate in social gatherings.

 


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Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed.

Misspelled words and printing mistakes have been fixed. Where there are multiple spellings, the most commonly used one has been adopted.

Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors occur.

Punctuation has been kept the same except for obvious printer errors.

 

 


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