Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1872-12-06

body, or GU of it, you will rejoice and
be proud that you have been a pioneer
in the great truth of Spiritualism. Stand
firm for it, father.
Mr.. Watson, with increased zeai-I
win never falter. If need be / will die
for the truth, my dear son.
Mr.. Watson had not a doubt but that
he was conversing with the d~isembodied
spirit Of his son.
The next spirit that spoke said she
vas the daughter of Mr.. Butts. A soft,
ehild-like voice, seemingly close to him,
said, "Papa.p
Everybody heard it. "Who is it?'
asked MI. B. 81 am your little girl
Anna, papa" said the voice. Mr..
Butts's voice was fun Of tenderness and
tears as he replied, "God bless you, my
darlingi l would give a thousand dol
lars to kiss you once" "Papa, perhaps
you viii some time" said the little
voice. Then it sent loving messages to
its mother, and babe its father good
bye.
The message received by the Legisla-
tive member was one of the most no.
tieeable. A voice close to him whisper
ed, "RObert.p
"Who is it?U asked the member. The
name of a friend loved and lost, thirty
six years ago, was given by the voice;
emotions and feelings of that long-ago
time were reverted TO, even the pet
name by which the spirit in life had
been called was given. The member
was deeply affected. The most if not
the only skeptics in the circle were Mr..
and Mrs. Meriwether. Unfortunately
for their conversion, none of these spirit
friends made themselves known to them
The next day a spirit face seance was
held at Mr.. Baldwin's, on Jefferson
street, the same medium, Mrs. Halls,
being present and only six permitted
to look in.
On this occasion, in attendance were
Mr.. and Mrs. Sam Watson, Mr.. Wad-
dell, John OvertOn, jr., Colonel Meri-
wether and wife, and Mrs. Holmes.
The medium retired into a closet and
sat himself comfortably in a rocking
chair. The closet door was shut. In
the door was an aperture, about
as large as an ordinary pane of glass.
The seekers after spiritual light sat on a
sofa in front of the closet, and fixed
their eyes on the aperture. The room
was in a pleasant and dreamy twilight
state. The medium called for music.
Unfortunately none of the sex were
gifted in that way, except Mr.. and Mrs.
Watson, who sang good old religious
hymns for some twenty minutes before
any sights were seen in the aperture.
Then they came-shadowy faces, pale
and wan, one after another, none recOg-
niZing any friend, until an elderly mans
face appeared. In an instant Mrs. Wat
son burst into a flood of tears. She said
without a doubt it was her fathers face.
This face appeared several times, and
every time Mrs. Watson vas firm in the
belief she was looking on her departed
father. Then came a delicate female
face. Both Mr.. and Mrs. Watson at
once exclaimed, 'aThat is Molliep'
Mollie was the first wife of Nh. Wat
son. This face also was seen several
times, and every time both Mr.. and
Mrs. Watson were positive they were
gazing on the face of Mr.. WatsOn's first
wife.
The Meriwethers had their usual bad
luck when it comes to spiritual affairs.
No face appeared which they could
recognize. Mr.. Overton was equally
unfortunate. This is only to be account
ed for OF the superstition that some be-
ings are of too solid matter; they have
little, if any, spiritual afinities.
ANOTHER FEARFUL SCENE IN ANOTHER
SEANCE.
Another reporter spent half an hour
with another body of good s~piritualists
on Vance street. They were mostly
devOut persons firmly believing that the
dead came in spiritual invisible shapes
to commune with the living. When
our reporter entered the room, the hon
est, good people sat around a long table,
and, it seems, had just been told by the
through a well-bearded medium,
to extinguish the lights. This was done.
things were expected. There
was deathlike stiffness. Rappings,
strong and fast, were heard in different
parts Of the room, and at last
everybody was startled by a pale
light Of ghostly yellow glare that
flashed back and forth across the
There was, too, an unmistaka-
Die odor of birthstone drifting and swell
about in the apartment. The beard
ed head-center Of the ring, in sepulchral
tones, sang out: "YOu see, my friends,
The spiritual candle that occasionally
Eliminates the other side of the ROOM"
There was a slight tremOr and profound
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medium. He was startled and dumb
Our reporter stood very near
he spot where the dim light appeared.
For a minute complete darkness reigned,
and the reporter heard a rattling as Of
title dry sticks, and there was a faint
lash two feet from the floor, and a hOr-
'ible stencil, as if plutonian gateways
lad been opened. Our reporter says he
was scared, terribly scared. Though
expects to go to the old
BOY, he was not prepared for such
immediate diabolical proximity. His
;harpened senses at last suspected the
rick, and his stretched-forth hand
touched q box of matches, the contents
IF which a rascally printer was rubbing
his empty palm. Holding this
Ip above his head and moving it to and
lro, caused the sorrowful, tremulous ex-
of the little man
with much whiskers. Our reporter, I'M
as he says, to wound the sem
of the faithful, quietly went
away, and induced the spiritually mind
I'd typOgrapher, with his matchbox, to
accompany him. The ghOstly, sepul-
:hral, birthstone odors of the fearful
will be long talked about in tones
If suppressed terror.