was between twenty-seven and twenty-eight ycars old when I diid. I have not been gone quite a year yet—it will be a year in January. I have left a wife and two children. My wife is sick—in the last stages of consumption. She is most twenty-five years old, as nigh as I can reckon it. My chil dren, two girls, Emma and Mary—one five years old and the other three, and, as nigh as I can reckon it, they have been about a month in the Somerset County workhouse, in England. I have communicated by spelling out what I wanted, and with three or four on our side to help me, to a curate in our country, and I have asked him to take my children, and he said if I could find out where they were he would. I could not tell him then. I did not know—could only tell him that they were in Axcbridge, but could not get any further. I had several good kind spirits, who have been teaching me since I died, to aid me—they are some friends of his—have been very kind to me, and they have come here with me—one of them, Mr. Hacker, is going to write to this curate, Mr. Young. [Dr. Yes; do you know him? [I think so—a Unitarian Young ?] minister?] Yes. Well, Mr. Hacker has written for me there, at Mr. Young’s house, in Swindon, several times, and others have, too. But I never could tell them, because I never could go there to see where my children were. I knew where I left them—could tell that pretty well—but, you know, where it is sifted down through four or five sources, it is apt to be very weak before it gets to its destination. Now I come first handed. I am ignorant. I never had any education here could read a little, but not much—was a carpenter by trade. I have told you, as nigh as I can make out, they are in Somerset County workhouse, been there about a month, and their mother is just about gone with consumption. Her name is Mary. My name is William Young, but I am no relation, as I know of, to the curate. He asked me, when I communicated in England, if I was, but I couldn’t tell him. I don’t know, but I don’t think I am. I’ve looked it up, and don’t think I am. I don’t ask him to take my children for money, or because I think they will have better position, but I want them to be taught good spiritual truths, and they will get it there—a kind, good man, and a blessing to his parish. It is no wonder, is it? I have tried hard to get my poor little ones under his wing, because I know their mother is going to leave them, and a workhouse life is a terrible life. It hardens the heart, and makes you what you wouldn’t be if you was out of it. English workhouses are terrible places—terrible places I came to this medium last night, and I learned how I should proceed of some of her attendants—how I should proceed to find my children, and I did this forenoon, and got all rcad, and come here this afternoon. Mr. Hacker is going to write to Mr. Young. He will probably get his written message before he gets mine, but no matter—and he can write to the workhouse and find out, if it’s too much trouble for him to go. And I want to tell Daisy—she is a medium out there in England—that I will bless her as long as I live for helping me as she las. [The one through whom you made raps?] No, I wrote through some kind of a thing. [Planchette?] I don’t know. They called it an indicator, or something. But, you know, I told you I couldn’t come first-handed. I think there were five nearer the earth than I was; but I am right here myself to-day. I am weak. I died—some of the doctors here tell me—of marasmus, induced by poor living a kind of consumption all over. [You can come next time with more strength.] Oh, I have got along right well to-day. Now, you know, you are to send, don’t you? [Yes Dr. Young takes the paper.] Oh yes—well. Mr. Hacker will write him. They told me the message would be delayed about a month, and Mr. Hacker will write him, so he Here, will get word from here.. [Through some medium?] this one that gentleman, Mr. what do you call him ? a curate here, or something. I don’t know what he was  preacher, was he? that comes to her [Mr. Parker?] Yes; he said as soon as it was right that I should have a fair and square opportunity to do just what I had to do. He told Mr. Hacker that he should write just as soon as a fair opportunity presented itself, and that it would be very quick. [Your name will be announced next week.] Oh yes; then it will be known that I have been here. I thank you, I thank you."