philospher takes his prism, disentangles the mixed rays in white light, and spreads them out in all the beautiful colours of the rainbow. By invisible forces then, the spirits, when the necessary conditions are supplied them, can act upon solid matter. He had seen an accordion belonging to himself, with no hidden machinery inside, which, when held in only one of the hands of Mr. Home, the medium, produced the most ex quisite music. The accordion is so much used by spirits because no tricks of man can possibly get music out of it under these conditions. The spirits give different tunes grave or gay, according to the humour of the circle at the time, and when in a serious mood they will sometimes give music of the most exquisite and ethereal beauty, now swelling out with a grand roll as if from a great organ, and gradually dying away. Such music no man could bring out of the same instrument. A VOICE—Did the accordion move, sir? Mr. JONES—Yes; it expanded and contracted. He con tinued by saying that he had seen it sometimes travel round the room playing in the air, touched by no visible person, and this too in the presence of from eight to twelve witnesses. He had seen a table go up to the ceiling in the presence of seven individuals, holding distinguished positions in life, and one of them wrote about it in The Cornhill Magazine, in an article headed “Stranger than Fiction.” Friends of his, whose statements he could perfectly trust, had seen three tables floating round the room at the same time, but he had not seen this himself. Sometimes the spirits controlled the hand of a person—of a writing medium—and while he was talking with those around him, would make him write out intclligent messages, sometimes with as much velocity as if his arm were driven by a steam engine. A VOICE—I suppose you want us to believe all this? Mr. JONES calling attention to a very pretty picture of a chrysalis, caterpillar, and butterfly, upon the screen, said that it was a picture of a natural resurrection, and asked if they had never seen the insect except in this condition (the cater pillar), would they ever believe it would come to that (point ing to the butterfly). Very beautiful invisible phenomena are diffused everywhere in nature. The rose and the flower of the garden throw off their invisible fragrance, and where there is fragrance there must be substance. To spirits, who see the aura thrown off by flowers, a garden glows with all the varied hues of the rainbow. [At this point another pic ture was thrown upon the screen, representing the spirit leav ing the head of a dying woman, and angels receiving the newly-born spirit]. Here, said Mr. Jones, is the spiritual resurrection. Here is the thing called death. I know some thing of death, for I have lost eight children, and have also sat by the dying bed of brothers and sisters. Once I sat at such scenes weeping and wailing, but now I no longer grieve so deeply, and sorrow only because they are leaving me alone in my old age, though going from me to a land of beauty, light, and love. Mr. Jones continued that the next picture represented an angel pointing out to St. John the beauties the New Jerusalem, and he had had the picture introduced because he was one of those who believed in the Old and New Testaments. They would remember that when the angel gave St. John the Revelation, the latter fell down on his knees to worship, but the angel said to him, “ I am of thy fellow-servants and thy brethren the prophets.” An angel then, is only a spiritualised prophet. The very best text-book of Spiritualism is the Bible. (Applause). Nearly all the phenomena seen at the present day in spiritual circles, are clearly described in the Bible, though in those days there may have been greater power at work. Still Spiritualism is spreading in England far and wide. The literature of Eng land is saturated with Spiritualism, for very many of the writers are well up in the subject, though most of them do not wish it to be known; it has even forced its way among the scientific journals, and the literature of England works its way all over the world.* The lecturer then sat down amid loud applause, and the meeting closed with the usual votes of thanks.