ing the latter to far distant places, there to gather informa tion, and state, by means of the controlled bodily organs, what was passing there. During natural sleep natural clairvoyance took place, and the spirit left the body and visited the other world. In answer to a question, the spirit said that he knew of no one instance in his long experience, of the spirit of an living person that had not, at some period of life, during slumber, visited one or more of the planets. The reason why so few persons remembered their spiritual travels on awaking was, because their clairvoyant faculties were uneducated and undeveloped. A mesmeric operator, who had studied the sub ject, and influenced patients while on earth, would, after leaving it, naturally return and operate upon the same persons and in most cases it was as easy and natural for him to do so in the spirit as it was while in the body. Hence it was that clairvoyants so often astonished their friends by going into their peculiar condition uninfluenced apparently by any one present. In answer to questions, the spirit said that the un satisfactory result of many clairvoyant experiments was owing to the fact that the patient had learnt an inkling of what in formation was to be sought for through him, and so confused ideas filled his brain. That retarded the efforts, and stood in the way of the will of the operator. He said, speaking of mental culture, that it was a great mistake to put books at first into the hands of young children at schools. The primary education of a tender child should be in the sunshine, among the works of Nature, that the young mind might first learn through the wonderful and beneficent works of the Deity to study His Divine attributcs of wisdom, justice, and love. On Friday evening, December 10th, at eight o’clock, another séance was held at the Spiritual Library, Mr. Morse being the medium ; twenty ladies and gentlcmen were present The medium having passed into the trance state, the first spirit did not speak, but began pulling the little finger of the left hand of Mr. Morse, and bending its joints to and fro. In reply to a question why he did so, he said that it was a very peculiar sensation to be back on earth in the body again, but stranger still to have a little finger, for he had lost his by an accident before his death. A lady present asked him to tell his history, more particularly that part of it relating to his death, and his after-life in the next world. The spirit said that he would do his best. He began life as a boy baby, he grew into a boy child, and at last became a young man. There was nothing very good or very bad about him ; he was considered to be the fool of the family, and he was continually in mischief, which was the cause of his losing his little finger. He was taken ill with inflammation of the chest and could feel some of its pains coming back again while he was speaking through the medium. This inflammation at last brought him to what people call “ death,” and as he lay on his dying bed, he thought to himself, “I have been a fool, and never prepared myself for the life to come. Lord help me ; what shall I do?" His sister-in-law was a good girl, and a religious young woman, so she sat by his bedside and talked to him. She asked him “If he did not love Jesus, and whether he did not feel himself to be a miserable sinner?”. He replied that he “ did not see why he should not love Him, as by all accounts He was a very good sort of person." Then she prayed, after which he praycd too, and then he felt much better. One afternoon, just as the sun was setting, he went into a kind of sleep—half asleep and half awake ; it seemed as though one side of the room had fallen away, and through the opening he saw a beautiful country, with men, women, and children walking about. Two of them came out and said Timothy, my boy, you’ll soon be with us ; good-bye,” and then all faded away. He at once thought that he was feverish, or that his imagination was excited, or that he was a little mad, for those two people were his father and mother, who had been dead some years. He told his sister-in-law, who said that he had better dismiss the subject from his mind. Next day he felt numbed all over ; he could not open or shut his eyes and he laid on the bed like a log of wood. Then he felt as if he were falling a very very long way, through the floor, and next he lost consciousness. When he came to himself he had lost the pain in his chest, and felt better in health than ever, so he thought that he had been to sleep and got over his illness. But he was down in the front parlour, whereas he went to sleep in his bed on the first floor. Folks came into the room, and he said to them, “ Oh, l'm beautiful ! l'm first-rate! How are you?" They never took any notice of him, which he thought very unkind. He went upstairs, where he found his father and mother, and the latter said to him, “ You have got over the river none the worse for it.”. He replied, “ What do you She said, “ You are what the world calls dead.' mean He answered, “ What do you mean? I have got a body, what do you call this?”. She told him that his body was dead and, pointed to his former house of clay, lying on the bed before him. He looked at it, and then at himself—there was no mistake about it, it was a clear case of the Corsican brothers. (Laughter). They left the house together, and he found that he could pass up through the air with ease, and at last they reached what the Spiritualists call the “Summer Land,” but in reality the compound essence of seventeen summers distilled into one, would not equal it in loveliness They were in a place surrounded by trees and flowers ; a path covered with beautiful shells led through a grove, and at the end of the path was a house, where his father and mother said that they lived, and that he might stay there with them as long as he liked. His father took him into a little room filled with pictures, and each picture represented the leading events of his (the son’s) life, and they showed him how, while upon earth, he had been saved from getting into man little scrapes through the guiding spiritual influence of his unseen father and mother. One picture, representing him on his sick bed, was unfinished at the upper part when he cast his eyes upon it, but while he gazed the smudge cleared away the colours seemed to spread out, and the picture was finished. Well, this was all very nice, and very strange, and very unex pected. He asked, “ How is it that I have been good enough to come here? What do they do with the wicked folks, if a place like this is the home of half-aud-half people like me Where’s that place that people are turned into for offending God?" A solemn look came over his mother’s face as she aid, “Ah, my child, you’ll have to look a long time before you find that.” As he was very selfish he did not trouble much about it, and did not feel inclined to go and look for the place, being perfectly contented where he was. In the large hall of the house he found plenty of friends, grandfather and grandmothers, and great-grandmothers, and so on, but all very bright, and beautiful, and happy. Next came a very strange thing, and his listeners ought not to think his state ments to be untrue, because they in earth-life never saw or felt anything of the kind. He felt drawn, he did not know how or why, and he passed through the crowd of friends to the other side of the room. There he saw a person, a lady, ad vancing in the same way to meet him, and they both felt very