who had died in Ohio some two or three years before. I never named him, I believe, in Philadelphia, and I have no reason to suppose that any one in the city was aware that I had ever had such a brother, much less that he was dead. I did not tell the medium that the name that he had written was the name of brother of mine ; but I asked, 'Is the name of this person among those written in the paper pellets on the table ?' “ The answer was instantly given by three loud raps, 'Yes.' “I asked, 'Can he select the paper containing his name?' “ The answer, given as before, was 'Yes.' “ The medium then took up first one of the paper pellets and then another, laying them down again, till he came to the fifth, which he handed to me. I opened it out, and it contained my brother’s name. I was startled again, and felt very strange. I asked, 'Will the person whose name is on this paper answer me some questions?' “ The answer was,' Yes.' “I then took part of my note-paper, and with my left hand on edge, and the top of my short pencil concealed, I wrote, 'Where d -,' intending to write, 'Where did you die?' But as soon as I had written 'Where d -,' the medium reached over my hand and wrote, upside down, and backwards way, as before, “'Put down a number of places and I will tell you.' "Thus answering my question before I had had time to ask it in writing. " I then wrote down a list of places, four in all, and pointed to each separately with my pencil, expecting raps when I touched the right one ; but no raps came. “ The medium then said, 'Write down a few more.' I then discovered that I had not, at first, written down the place where my brother died: so I wrote down two more places, the first of the two being the place where he died. The list then stood thus: Salem, Leeds Ravenna, Akron, Cuyahoga Falls, New York. “The medium then took his pencil, and moved it between the different names, till he came to Cuyahoga Falls, which he scratched out. That was the name of the place where he died. " I then wrote a number of other questions, in no case giving the medium any chance of knowing what wrote by any ordinary means, and in every case he answered the questions in writing as he had done before ; and in every case but one the answers were such as to show, both that the answerer knew what questions I had asked, and was acquainted with the matters to which they had referred. “ When I had asked some ten or a dozen questions, the medium said, 'There is a female spirit wishes te “'Is her name among those on the table?’ I asked. communicate with you.' “ The answer, in three raps, was, 'Yes.' "' Can she select the paper containing her name ?" I asked. The answer again was, 'Yes.' “ The medium then took up one of the paper pellets, and put it down; then took up and put down a second; and then took up a third and handed it to me. “ I was just preparing to undo it, to look for the name, when the medium reached over as before, and wrote on a leaf of my note paper  “ It is my name. ELIZABETH BARKER' And the moment he had written it, he stretched out his hand, smiling, and shook hands with me again Whether it really was so or not, I will not say, but his smile seemed the smile of my mother, and the expression of his face was the old expression of my mother’s face and when he shook hands with me, he drew his hand away in the manner in which my mother had always drawn away her hand. The tears started into my eyes, and my flesh seemed to ereep on my bones. I felt stranger than ever. I opened the paper, and it was my mother’s name : ELIZABETH BARKER. I asked a number of questions as before, and received appropriate answers. But I had seen enough. I felt no desire to multi ply experiments. So I came away—sober, sad, and thoughtful.