The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1868-09-07
SPIRlTIALISM.
interview With "a Medium-He is Not Drunk,
but Raveth.

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but Raveth.
More humbug for the million; spicy hypOcrtical
theft. magnetic robbery and smiling rascality.
Seven sober men saw it and went their way. No
ghost, no ghou goblin came, for the light burned
brightly and a public clubbing would have spoiled
che scene. Now it was the dingiest Of all three
cOrnered rooms in Twelfth street, this particular
chamber where the lynx-eyed bald-headed little
man cheated, chuckled and prayed last night. "Be
seated, gentlemen" We sat. There wasn't another
chair to spare, for the spirit had calculated to
nicely. Good spirit. Against a rickety bureau
stood q chubby-faced man, with specs, shaved
closely, thick set and round as q barrel. He
was the herald OF the ball and, beyond doubt,
had made his mark in the world. He was eloquent,
too this red faced little orator, and must unques-
tionably have graduated In TimbuctoO, from his APP
parent knowledge of nothing His arguments that
the Scriptures were chiefly derived from Asiatic
elusive. WHAT was there more divine I'm the Bible
than in any other publications. No sir, not II he
knew It, or his name wasn't Billy Babbleblack. Be
Sides every tree had spiritual hfeay, just much
as any man. that IL, in its own way. To be sure it
had. He knew that, too, and any thing he knew he'd
swear to. BE seated, gentlemen We sat. Every
thing was still as death the eyes of the creduous
were timidy vet fxedly placed on him with the
bald head as he slowly drew his table n the drawers
and seated himself behind the same. Take one part
OF Titus Oates, one part OF human being In the
first stage OF madness, quarter OF msanthrope
and fourth OF strong medicine; beat them together
and you have the bilious hypocritcal, vacant,
secret and furtive looking being that beckoned
gobns with his toe, which, through their agency,
told tales OF happiness How the fellow must have
rOared to himself when the audience left. such an
arrant knave could not be seen days walk 'Pat
your hands on the table, sir, and will give the
spirit the wink. Write the names OF your dead rela
tives and they will communicate with you, sir,
through me- the agent, SIR" Now, 1t was aremark.
able fact that Medium couldn't look you In the face,
but had particular art OF twisting the corner OF
his battered purple colored eye and peerng through
his eyelid which to all intents and purposes trans
parent so that whenever the creduI0us wrote name
he saw 1t, kicked the table, produced the ghost,
answered all questions and, pOcketing fifty cents to
cross the Styx, wended his TO the nearest beer
shop. II happened however, that the medium,
forgetting himself, occasionally would peep through
the eyelid that was not transparent and would
cordingly mistake dead husband for country
cousin. He was brmful OF excuse, which he turned
to the best account. After miserable failure at
rousing the spirits 'raising them either excise
law this cynocephalus turned the scales, and after
shaking himself like a bali drOVned terrier
got into direct Geographic communication with
his own swindling spirit which gave vent to series
OF prOfane rubbish after which he awoke from his
trance and looked particularly idiotic, though the
cunning leer was still perceptible FIFTY cents,
gentlemen" and the performance ceased. GLOW
long have you been a medium" 'Just eighteen
years today SIR II" said the medium; "they have just
told me to seek physical relaxation and enjoyment,
sir. Fifty cents, gentlemen, please" Age OF
humbug.