[The above are selections from a great number of messages
which were written during April and May 1873. By this time the writing had
become easy and fluent, and there was, apparently, less difficulty in finding
Already several facts and precise records of the life of some spirits had been
given. For instance, on May 22nd, I was writing on quite another subject when
the message broke off, and the name of Thomas Augustine Arne was written. It was
said that he had been brought into relation with me through his connection with
a son of Dr. Speer's, a pupil of mine, who displayed great musical ability.
I was at this time greatly impressed with the character of the automatic writing
and with the information given. I inquired at once if I could ascertain from
Arne, through the medium of the spirit Doctor, who was writing, any precise
facts as to his life. The request was at once complied with, there being no
interval between my question and the reply. The date of his birth (1710); his
school (Eton); his instructor in the violin (Festing). His works, or at any rate
some eight or nine of them; the fact "Rule Britannia" was contained in The
Masque of Alfred; and a number of other minute particulars were given
without the least hesitation. Profoundly astonished at receiving such a mass of
information, foreign not only to my mind in details, but utterly foreign to my
habit of thought for I know absolutely nothing about music, and have read
nothing on the subjectI inquired how it was possible to give information so
minute. It was said to be extremely difficult, possible only when an extremely
passive and receptive state in the medium were secured. Moreover, spirits were
said to have access to sources of information so that they could refresh their
I asked how? By reading; under certain conditions, and with special end in view;
or by inquiry, as man does, only to spirits it would be more difficult, though
Could my friend himself so acquire information? No; he had too long left the
earth, but he mentioned the names of two spirits accustomed occasionally to
write, who could perform this feat. I asked that one of them should be brought.
I was sitting waiting for a pupil in a room, not my own, which was used as a
study, and the walls of which were covered with bookshelves.
The writing ceased, and after an interval of some minutes another kind of
writing appeared. I inquired if the newly arrived spirit could demonstrate to me
the power alleged.]
Can you read?
No, friend, I cannot, but Zachary Gray can, and Rector. I am not able to
materialise myself, or to command the elements.
Are either of those spirits here?
I will bring one by and by. I will send .... Rector is here.
I am told you can read. Is that so? Can you read a
[Spirit handwriting changed]
Yes, friend, with difficulty.
Will you write for me the last line of the first
book of the AEneid?
Wait --- "Omnibus errantem terris et fluctibus aestas."
[This was right]
Quite so. But I might have known it. Can you go to
the bookcase, take the last book but one on the second shelf, and read me the
last paragraph on the ninety- fourth page? I have not seen it, and do not even
know its name.
"I will curtly prove, by a short historical narrative, that popery is a
novelty, and has gradually arisen or grown up since the primitive and pure time
of Christianity, not only since the apostolic age, but even since the lamentable
union of kirk and the state by Constantine."
[The book on examination then proved to be a queer one
called "Rogers' Antipopopriestian,
an attempt to liberate and purify Christianity from Popery, Politikirkality, and
Priestrule" The extract given above was accurate, but the word "narrative" was
substituted for "account."]
How came I to pitch on so appropriate a sentence?
I know not, my friend. It was by coincidence. The word was changed by error.
I knew it when it was done, but would not change.
How do you read? You wrote more slowly, and by fits
I wrote what I remembered, and then I went for more. It is a special effort
to read, and useful only as a test. Your friend was right last night: we can
read, but only when conditions are very good. We will read once again, and
write, and then impress you of the book: "Pope is the last great writer of that
school of poetry, the poetry of the intellect, or rather of the intellect
mingled with the fancy." That is truly written. Go and take the eleventh book on
the same shelf. [I took a book called Poetry, Romance,
It will open at the page for you. Take it and read, and recognise our power, and
the permission which the great and good God gives us, to show you of our power
over matter. To Him be glory. Amen.
[The book opened at page 145, and there was the
quotation perfectly true. I had not seen the book before; certainly had no idea
of its contents.]