GOD IS LOVE.' At each letter of the name of God a tremulous motion of the table was perceptible. At Mr. Home’s suggestion one of the sceptics asked that the table should be made light, and to his surprise when he placed his hand under the edge of the table it moved up as lightly as a sheet of paper. He then said, 'Please let it be heavy,' and it required considerable exertion to move it off the ground. Each of the sceptics tried this experiment in turn, and with the same result. Two of them then went with Mr. Home into another room where there was a heavy mahogany loo table on a pillar and claw, and immediately they placed their hands on it, it tilted from one side to the other; and when Mr. Home was sitting some three feet away from it, it moved about two feet in the opposite direction to that in which Mr. Home was sitting. The table be came very light and very heavy by turns, and oscillated violently without shaking off a small statuette standing under a glass shade in the centre of it. The chairs also moved, and the room appeared to shake, whilst raps were heard on the walls, the windows, and on the table itself. Returning to the other room, the whole party sat again round the table, and an accordion of Mr. Jones’s, which had been previously inspected by the sceptics, was observed to rock upon the table; and Mr. Home, having asked whether the spirits wished to play upon it, and being answered in the affirmative, he held the accordion at arm’s length by the lower end of it (that is, not the key end) under the table, one of the sceptics moving his seat so that he could observe the movements of the accordion. The accordion then com menced playing, and the 'Blue Bells of Scotland’ being mentioned by Mr. Bremner, a bar or two of that air was played; then Mr. Jones asked for some echoes, and a series of echoes proceeded from the accordion with remarkable precision and a very beautiful effect. Some louder strains then proceeded from the accordion, and Mr. Home held the accordion close to the feet of the writer hereof, so that he could feel the keys moving up and down against his feet. Mr. Ward was asked to look under the table ; he did so, and saw the accordion playing—Mr. Home only holding it by the reverse end, and with one hand, his other hand being upon the table. The accordion then ceased playing, and repeated raps being heard, the alphabet was ealled over, and the following words spelt out : 'We regret that we can do no more.' “We do not intend to enter upon any speculations as to the cause of the manifestations we have related We are not believers in Spiritualism, although we confess ourselves totally unable to discover the cause, or the motive power of what we here relate. Mr. Home was at times sitting away from the table when raps were heard and movements felt. The accordion he eertainly only held by one hand. We were allowed to watch him as closely as we pleased. He did not fix his attention upon any of us, or we might have imagined ourselves under mesmeric influence. We were permitted to examine the furniture, to move it about, to make any remarks, and to ask any questions we pleased. We were perfectly sober. Some tea and coffee had been served out—the writer partook of none; and we are as we have said, utterly unable to say from what cause or by what power the various incidents occurred. We can only say that they certainly hap pened very nearly as we have recorded them, and we have to thank Mr. Jones and Mr. Home for thein courtesy towards us. We went to Mr.Jones’s house disbe lieving his statements of fact: we saw phenomena which were sufficient to show us that all he has related could occur by the same power, whatever that power may be."