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Entered according to the Act of Congress in the year 1865, by Fnsnl LEIJI, in the Clerk's (‘mice of the District Court fur the Southern District of New York.
NEW YORK, OCTOBER 14, 1865.
writers ; and, though I
can offer-but little sus-
ing “N testimony,
' I do not be ‘eve the
story here recorded
was written through
anysupernstura I
agency.
- The that I was con-
scious my left hand.
was vn'iting,was when
it neared the bottom of
handed ehirography.
When e space was
tilled, I turned the Iva!
with my right hand,
and the nervousness
was at once ellayod.
my pen was tracing,
until at 1sst.it ceased
to move, and the story
was ehruptdy finished.
glmoezl curiously over
the pages before me.
I confess a slight in-
dulgence on this even-.
ing, that may be the
secret of the’ whole
matter. I have some-
discovered, suggested
ideas while reading,
and bright dreams
when sleeping.
"V.
strmtion from the
hook I had been pur-
using, dues not ex-
plain to my mind, the
absence of the power
will over tho
muscles 0! niyiingers,
though it is evidently
quoted with this in-
tention.
It puzzles me to
think, however, that
Ioannot now write In
plain word with my
left hand.
In the Volume 31-
ludnd to, I had just
read an instance, that
the juice ofthe maniac
tlyingtomylirain, may
have merely trans-
formed. For this roa-
sou, because them is
a similarity between
the stories, I question
the presence of any
spiritual agency. The
paragraph is ss :01.
laws:
“There is s. story
(written in the seven-
on the marriage linger
of I merhle Venus;
Itloriioa.
THE 11116! 0!‘ TH! MAFIOC.
I museum I In: less snipe!-stitlous than most when the sahle canopyolnight was spread around
persons. I have no faith in spiritualism as ex- them. So intense was this illusion, and so coldand
pounded by the modern table-tippers. rappers and loveless was his heart‘ withal. that, as the story
irrelutive to the words ‘ '
The dotlnition of ub-
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the injunctions at the ceremony, came to his bed
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nncla strange illusion came upon him that she goes, an exorcist was employed to dissolve the thorn
had thus become his wile, and, in obedience to sgwll which had so iii-mly boumlhiin,"
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gh thaw-ill that directs it is supernatural,
and long since deserted its earthly tenement for
the higher life-the ctornal existence.
A strange (ancy has absorbed me to return for 1.
little while, and V
Tm-:'hand'that:‘pcns these words is human, something of the past in which, on the world. I
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communicate
ii"
in this manner
ed and was. ..So,
iloatingin the atmos-, -
phero like a thought
in the mind, I saw be-
neath me in his study
this student, this
graminariau,
once my will fixed >
upon his unoccupied.
left hand. Paper was‘
‘before me, And the
hand is new writing
that which I dictate.
The student is im-
mersod in his book.
He does not at present
even know his hand is
being used by me. He
is reading “Philoeo-.
phy of Mystery." Let
us quote, for his own
obstruction is great:
“As attention is con-
centration of I sense,
abstraction is the cou-
oentration or attention
of the mind; theres,
fore the power of 11x.
ing the senses and
forgetting the mind is,
attention, that of tir-
ing the mind and for-
getting the senses is
abstraction -. philoso-
phy, ilyou will,“ Thus
the student's volume
explains his own ab
st:-action.
1 cannot say why I
was attracted by this
pn.rticula.r student, un.
less by the force of
natural cohesion.
Once in seven years it
is well known, all anor-
tals undergo change,
cellula by csllule, and
the atoms that com-
pose the body are nt-
tcrly diliussd in that
time. The hand with
which I am writing
may contain particles
or matter of which my
mother once was ; per-
chance trom the soft
check I was wont to
’ s. Or it may be
thntI em but direct-
ing again some of my
own earthly person.
As nothing perlshes,
who will say this may
not be so ?
Alil my mother!
nurtured under the
slzics ol thefar south,
elm was we frail for
the great breath or the
sea.‘ So when the deep
was quiet again, she
toosk-pt. Iwnslyiug
in her leg Iooliiny; up
into her laz'e,1llm the
more that Joulcs up at
star whose image is
shadowed in its breast.
The sea was calm. and
the hush of summer
twilight was over it.
Only a cooling breeze
lispod through Aha
n':;z:ins,oridJyHcWpef1
thoripples. But sud-
dsuly a strong breath
fanned us, and as it
neescd the sweet eyes
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