cause of his discontent, till from drinking he came to quar relling about the slightest thing, then to cursing, and from cursing to blows, and from ill-usage and starvation (for he was carried to the poorhouse), he slowly drove her to her grave. He rapidly carried himself after her, for no mortal frame could bear the usage he threw upon his. All this gave me a fiendish joy I could scarcely conceive. It was I who plied him with liquor; it was I who excited to frenzy while But he passed appearing to calm him ; it was I who did it all. on. The children—there were two—became beggars, and were charged to the parish. One night, by some strange means, my walk led me to their old house, and I felt a strange uncomfortable fecling ; I don’t know why, but his wife’s face seemed to be before me. and I felt that I was a murderer. had no creature to whom I could confide my sorrow, because all feared and hated me. Then I sank deeper into the curse of drunkenness, until at last I became a wretched outcast myself. I had never married. What employment I had was taken from me because of my dissolute habits, till no one would give me a kind word or a crust of bread. I wandered through the country. I was a monster, the lowest of the low I was glad to herd with thieves and murderers for the sake of getting a meal ; but everybody seemed to give it under pro test ; it seemed indeed as if the mark of Cain had been set upon my brow. Ten years I led that life. Let our orthodox friends talk of hell and of flames mountains high, and of caverns of boiling brimstone, they could not picture one line of the agonies I suffered. I was but mortal, and had to bow to the inevitable laws of nature. The change came to me. It was an easy sleep, for I was but a shadow, and had not tasted food for three days. The bright sun was shining, and the hay-field was my bed. I arose; stag gering I became faint; it was a field by the wayside When I re close to the town. I sank, and passed on. covered she was before me, bright to look upon, but sad to gaze on long, for though she was bright when I first saw her, a deep sadness came over her face. He was there, but not with her. He looked fierce and revengeful. I had lost my old vindictive feelings, and was afraid ; I crouched down and shut him out of sight. And she spoke, and this is what she said—“ Go. Undo what you have done. Then shall yor find peace, but not till then.” I looked up and she was gone not a sight of her could I see. But there was he, fierce and vindictive, ready to tear me to pieces, and I fled from him aye, fled like a cur. I felt myself drawn, I did not know where, but I followed my inclination to go, and I stood before a house on your planet, and sitting by the fireside saw an aged couple bowed down with grief and sorrow, and saying in thein hearts bitter things about the poor thing’s husband. A voice said to me, “ See what you have done.” Then the attraction ceased, and I was off again. This time it was the children in a poor house, alone, though with many, their little hearts sighing for their mother and the father who had ill-used then so. One sank on her knees, and offered up a prayer for “mother” and “ dear father.” I could not stay long, and felt forsaken worse than ever. I felt that I was not fit to speal to the meanest among men or spirits. The curtain lifted, and continued to lift. until at last the picture before my mental eye was so fearful, so awful, that I prayed to be crushed fron existence. I traced the lie through the minds of hundreds each turn of the lie had done its work, and a voice said “ That is thy work. There is much for thee to undo. No rest till you have made right that which you have made Many years of your time rolled on before I righted wrong." one consequence of my original lie. Time and time rolled on, and the unweaving of the web I once taugled is drawing near its completion. Those who suffered so much have passed on to spirit life, and are far higher in their development than I am, and sometimes indeed I scarcely dare to hope to be equal with them. They visit me, but it is the visit of the angel to the penitent man. Such, friends, is my history. It is a sad one but I begin to see glimpses now of the causes which produce the effects I have described. Much was caused by lack of knowledge in the world of time. They knew not how to instruct children. There was too little attention paid to the true principles of right and wrong; everyone had a standard for himself. I was gross and undeveloped physically, and no means were provided to refine the grossness of my disposition and so I entailed upon myself the consequences which I have had to bear. Truly does the proverb say “Curses, like chickens, come home to roost.”. My name was Arthur Samuel Walker, and all I have told you took place many of your years ago—more than a hundred. The scene of my life was Blackheath Vale, and I passed away on the outskirts of the city of Bath. TIEN SIEN TIE, the guardian spirit of the medium, then came as usual, and said : Good evening, my friends. The whole of the faculties of the human mind are given for the beneficial use of mankind, and when you have discovered the use of each faculty, aud have applied it to its proper use benefit results to yourselves and to those connected with you. But if one portion of the mind be unduly taxed, a derange ment of the organs of expression takes place, and insant results. There are many mad persons that the world of your passes by, and takes no heed of. There are many who so use their physical nature that all spiritual perception is ignored The base of the brain is entirely devoted to the action of the individual’s life ; the lower faculties are unduly used, and the result is a man or woman gross and physical in desires and acts with no perception of spiritual truths, incapable of under standing spiritual existences or spiritual teaching, incapable of appreciating the mental labours of others. With them the most sublime mental efforts pass as commonplace and dull But give them a class of food suitable to their minds; they appreciate it. The mind, in fact, is diseased, and the brain is thrown from its balance ; the man passes through the world, but not as mad. The same result is produced by the excessive use of any one of the faculties of the mind. Excessive use of the mental or spiritual faculties of the mind will throw the triangle of the brain from its balance, but each in its proper place assists the other. The physical portion takes note of a thing, the mental faculties analyse it, and the spiritual per ceptions show the principle, or the real attributes, of the thing perceived. When the faculties are properly used the mind is “circular,” by which I mean “harmonious,” and principles as well as attributes are arrived at. Where we find excessive predominance of one portion of the mind, we should try to remove it, first by taking away the attraction and then by introducing a corresponding attraction to the higher portion of the brain; if it be done harmoniously equilibrium will be restored. Then raise the top of the triangle, and a better spirit will be sent to the other life, better acts will flow from the brother or sister, and better consequences will return to both. It is simple, but it is true The greater the truth, and the grander the principle, the more simple is the action. All great things are simple, like the causes of all things in this portion of space inhabited by