DEAR ALBERT: You must know it is a pleasure to see and commune with you. We are so glad to see you. Rest assured we will assist you and watch over you and yours. FATHER. MY DEAR SHERMAN: You will not fail to hear from me with greatest regards. Yours, A familiar voice spoke to us through the trumpet and was recognized by most of those present as that of the spirit calling himself Box. I had myself heard his voice on several previous occasions, and his clownish laugh could not be mistaken. His own report of himself is that he was a clown or a king's jester during his earth-life, and is a wanderer in spirit land. He said through the trumpet: "Miss H., can I go up stairs to your room and have some fun?" Being told that he might do so, he was absent for a minute or two, and then said through the trumpet that he had made some pictures up stairs which he desired us to look for after the sitting was over. We did so, and found on a towel hanging on the towel rack in Miss H.'s room a picture representing Box himself, which is reproduced on the preceding page. On a pillow case on the bed in Mr. W.'s room we found a sketch representing "Philip Brooks in younger days," reproduced on page 325. During the evening trumpets lying on the table were taken to all parts of the room and we heard them touching the ceilings and walls and the furniture. At one time Mrs. W. asked if the spirit of a friend who had been a drummer in a band during his life could not give us some music. Immediately articles were taken from the table and began sailing around the room, drumming in perfect time. Several times during the evening two voices were speaking in the trumpets at the same time, and the medium was also conversing with them and with us. After the circle had been broken, upon the announcement of the spirits that they had finished, an independent voice assuming to be that of a girl calling herself Nellie entered into conversation with us. This conversation continued for five or ten minutes, and it was evident that the spirit did not use a trumpet. As all of those present were my personal friends and as honest and anxious to develop nothing but truth as myself, I am entirely confident that this voice was just what it purported to be. The next forenoon I called upon Mrs. F., taking with me six folded slips of paper upon which I had written questions, three ad |