Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1852-02-12

If the spiritual writing manifestations
are delusion, they are getting to he some
thing morc-something approaching a very
ingenious. persistent aud Inscriptions at
tempt to palm an utter fraud upon the Gre
dulous, by men rare power and genius.
From recent developments, in this quarter,
we are led inevitably. by the painest de-
duciions of reason and common sense, to
the conclusion that there is little or no self
deception in the matter. Either the mani
fcsiations are Of the general nature that they
claim 10 he, viz:-thosc Of other than in
carnate intclligences, or they are the result
ola studied deception and guilty colluson,
uncqualled in the worlds history.
The last number of the Spirit Messenger
contains message and a poem, pnrporting
to have issued from the spirit Of Edgar. A.
Poe. The poem, and the prose message
Introducing it, challenge attention, at once,
by their intrinsic literary merit, and by
marvellously close alliance TO the style of
vcrsifcaiion, thought and genius Of the
author from whose spirit they are alleged
to have emanated. They were commnni-
Gated through the writing medium, Lydia
Tenny. We ask for these productions
close examination by all who have studied
the erratic genus of Poe who. whether
good, bad, or Indifferent, writer, never
had parallel. We may over-rate these
productions, yet while we are aware of
certain impings in the measure, they ap-
pear 10 us to be stepped in the very spirit
of Poe, whether they emanated from his pen
or not. The allusion to the Fearful spirit
spasm," a phrase most lelicitous in des-
cribing Poe's life of darkness; the "hidcous
but alluring lancies' in which he groaned
and on which he gloa,ed; the incidental,
hardly percepiible, alusion to that one soul
that haunted all his poems--lhe "Lost LIE
more all tend to show that it is the work
ofa rare master Of deception, most tho
rough adept in art. or that it is precisely
what It claims to be.
We present these productions without
further comment, simply remarking that,
regarded as curiosity IN literature, we
have not seen It's equal in many day:
" Listen to me, nnd viii tell you of beautiful
ihings-of thoughts both wild aud TENDER both
soothing amt unultnous. which dwelt in II human
millions Is What is the end and aim Of n,agina-
tion 3? for what it implanted in the human
organization What was my own but vortex
rushing within itself upon whose brink ! could
seem to stand, and sec what was being swallowed
and eproduccd-thorns. jagged rocks, beautiful
flowers all in the whirl of this ccasclcss current
merged.
o. the dark, the awful chasm
o, the fearful spirit spnsm
Wrought by unrcsistcd passion,
In my heart.
Fanccs hiileous, but aluring,
Love, pure, but uncnduring,
From time to time securing.
Each part.
Then embraced by seraph hands
Drawn by tender, loving hands
From those treachcrous, hateful sands
OF despair.
How my soul was walked to gladness,
And cast of the dcadening sadness,
And the soul dcvouring madness
Writhing there.
Then came dreams so sett md holy,
Orr roses ,ra,,driag slocly
Wa sleeet musi stcafiag ioriy,
To my
Hark hear-I hear her calling
In tones more Of wniling,
But in dewy sweetness FILLING
Herc-up herc,"
Thanks, Great Heaven. am stronger
Slave to earthly lust no longer,
| am free.
o, his Hgh'ness O,Mis brightness
o, his pure and hearcnly 'rha,ness,
Marking thee
Freed from earth and sin forever,
Death can us no more discover,
Hambly thank Great God together,
Thou and me.