SEANCES AT THE SPIRITUAL LIBRARY. CRUSHED TO DEATH—THE CONSEQUENCES OF CRIME—REMORSE IN THE SPIRIT WORLD—RESTITUTION AND REPENTANCE—THE EQUILIBRIUM OF THE MENTAL FACULTIES—PROPER NAMES IN TRANCE-MEDIUMSHIP. ON Friday evening, December 31st, the ordinary weekly séance was held at 15, Southampton-row, High Holborn. Twenty-two ladies and gentlemen were present. Master SELWOOD, a physical medium, being in attendance, a few of those present were formed into a circle for physical manifestations. After the lapse of considerable time, genuine raps and table motions were obtained, but under conditions in no way satisfactory to strangers. Manifestly it is necessary that the medium should be well developed beforehand, that the time of a large company may not be wasted in witnessing weak manifestations. Mr. J. J. MORSE, medium, then passed into the trance state, and the first spirit influence acting upon him made him cry bitterly. The spirit gave the name of Ellen Jones ; she said that she had been crushed to death at Bristol, and that her father was a carrier living at Weston-Super-Mare. Her con trol of the medium only lasted for about two minutes, and she said—“ My friends cry and grieve a great deal about me. Can this be death? I wish So many think about me. father were here. Oh, do for pity’s sake tell father that Ellen’s not dead. Do tell him." She was promised that her message should be delivered, and she left the medium ; the intense grief displayed during this short communication, made the scene a painful one. A hard heavy look then came over the face of the medium and the next spirit said:—It very often strikes the minds of the listeners at these meetings, and the readers of the accounts of what transpires at these meetings, something like this—“ What fools those spirits must be to come back and tell people all about their past lives ; if I had done a dirty action and found that I was obliged to wipe out the smudge, I would do it in silence and try to do my best to put the wrong right, but I would not go to preach about my wrong-doing." Let such people enjoy that frame of mind as long as they can, and that will not be long; it is a state of mind that will not last for ever. The will become wiser, and do the same thing themselves, and lay themselves open to the same charge. It is not with any desire to show ourselves in brighter colours individually to you that we come. We don’t come to tell you these little histories to make ourselves appear as saints in your eyes. The motive we have is a deeper one ; it is to give you a practical lesson, so that you shall see for yourselves, reflected in the mirror of your minds, the consequences of your acts whether they be good or bad. It is to show you the certainty of the curse coming home to roost, of the dove returning with the olive branch of love in its mouth, that we come back to tell you these histories. With that short preface, I'll now give you mine, and you'll say as the scroll unfolds itself, that it is a somewhat strange one. The society of the world you move in knew nought of the story. When I was ushered into the physical life, and as I grew up to be a child, a temper sullen and morose manifested itself ; underneath this sullenness was a fierce vindictive nature—the nature of the cat that glides stealthily along the ground, fair to look at, yet when the prey is within its grasp the eyes dilate, the claws come forth, and the spring is made. I was feared and hated in my childhood’s day. I was strong physically ; few could match me in physical sports, and as my physical nature was well-known, all were very careful that they did not offend me. I rose to no heighr in earthly life, but I became acquainted with a young girl who in every way was unfitted to share a life with me. She saw this, and after a little time we parted—she with fair promises and kindly wishes to myself. But every kind wish was but a burning stone to my nature, and I swore a deadly ven geance, not for disappointed love, but for disappointed calcula tions, for I always prided myself that I could see so far ahead, and my pride was wounded. Some of you know what it is to have the pride touched to the quick. No opportunity presented itself for vengeance for a long time. She met with another, and according to the laws of your land became his wife. He was called away from home, and was expected to be absent for three days, and here the opportunity came that I had been watching for for several years then. “Vengeance” is an easy word to say, but how painstaking are we in our endeavours to accomplish a thing of that description. I knew her brother and you may be sure that I had no love for him. He called to visit his sister while her husband was away, and while I was drinking I had witnessed the call and the departure. While I was drinking it was easy to improve upon the hint, and to set a story afloat in our community, and these things slide glibly from the tongue. He returned. His wife was all smiles and happiness. But here and there he heard a rumour; bit by bit his confidence was usurped. He dared not accuse her, for he had no proof, but little by little he took to drink, and when once a man does that, he goes down the hill very rapidly. With all his drunkenness he still hid from his wife the real