The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-09-12
things and hold fast to that which is

good"
Awaking with the Friday morning
dawn, we rubbed our aching eyes,
reached languidly for pencil and paper,
and while the household was yet asleep,
and ourself but half awake, scribbled
the partly finished chapter OF "Ellen
Dowd" which appears, with very alb
rupt termination, on our first page. a
hurried toilet and more hurried break
fast, and we were off for the train.
Took the Yamhill boat at Canemah,
and reached Graham's Landing at 10 A.
NJ. A walk Of three-quarters Of n mile
through the ferny woods was next in
order, and nobody knew the way. Sew
eral mediums had by this time Joined
the party, and, at the suggestion Of one
of our number,we sat down by the way
side to wait for the spirits to direct us.
A few moments waiting and munching
hard tack, which a lady's sensible fore
thought had provided, and we got the
revelation" A young lady ''mediumn
had struck the trail mentality This
would have been a splendid "test, !" only
the sequel proved that the course indi-
Gated was exactly in the wrong direc-
tionI
Finally, when all were tired and one
Of us really Ill, good angel in the ma
terial guise Of barefoot boy, with
bright eyes and obliging disposition,
came to meet us, and, leading the way,
soon brought us to a beautiful grove
with seats and stands and camps pre-
pared very much after the style Of all
modern Druidic worshipping places.
Disposing of our weary body upon a
rick of sweet straw, that temptingly
interposed its better than downy bless
ings between us and the earth, we paid
no further heed to other companions
than our Doric muse and the brown
birds that twittered in the leafy covert
over our aching brain.
One by one and two by two the Gu
rious and faithful came, until at even
tide we had a congregation of fifty or
sixty souls. Braced by cup of country
coffee, we gathered strength to listen,
for the first time, to the teachings Of
the lady preacher, whose fame had at
tracted US thither. We had listened
spell-bOund to Henry Ward Beecher's
magnetic eloquence, had hung, as il en-
tranced, upon the studied utterances of
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and fioated of
into ethereal ecstacy over the well-com-
mitted lecture Of Bishop Peck, but we
know what we are saying, and hazard
our reputation as judge of ethics, elo-
quence and logic when we declare that
Mrs. Chamberlain excelled them all.
1t was announced from the platform af-
ter the lady had made her appearance
that committee, to be named by the
audience, should select her subject.
This was done, and then Mrs. c., who,
by the way, is fine-looking woman of
the Mrs. Stanton type, near fifty years
of age, jolly, pretty and dumpy, an
nounced that she was under "control."
The subject was then named, and
without a seconds waiting for prayer
or preparation the feast of reason and
flow of soul began. But we shall not
attempt to report the lecture. We'd
fail entirely if we should. Besides,
Portland shall have an opportunity to
hear for herself, and we shall not skim
the cream of expectation from any wait
ing mortars intellectual milk.
Rev. f. w. Shortridge, an erewhile
"SOul Sleeper" who has lately been
converted to Spiritualism, and is now
preacher of the "SOul Waking'' doc
trine, interested the believers and got
up circle. Further than this, for that
evening meeting deponent reporteth
not.
Accompanied by Mrs. Chamberlain,
we repaired to an adjacent farmhouse
and retired for the night. Such head
ache! When Satan afflicted Job with
boils, he might have known he couldn't
subdue him. Why didn't he try the
Putting our fevered brain a-soaking
in a soiled pocket handkerchief, we Law
there pressing our throbbing eye-balls,
and Mrs. Chamberlain, at our request,
began to ''see spirits" But her graphic
descriptions awoke no recognition, and
we gave it up, assigning ourself to sleep,
or rather to futile attempt to WOO the
drowsy god, who couldn't come because
Of the headache.
81 see" said our companion, oan old
ish man, with a delicate, round face,
white whiskers, bald head, gray side
locks, short nose and blue eyes"
81 can't recognize him." was our fe-
verish answer, as we returned the hot.
wet handkerchief, in the vain hope TO
lind a cool place on it.
"If / should tell you who he looks
like you would laugh" said she.
'Tell me, then, for 1 want to laugh"
we answered, dreamily.
"Well, he looks like Horace Gree
ley"
"If there is anybody on the other side
Of Jordan who needs to apologize to me
before his soul can rest, it's Uncle Hor-
ace" said we, a little interested, in
spite Of the headache.
The seer threw up her hand with
sudden motion and exclaimed, excited
ly: "He says that if he had accepted
the Woman Movement when you Off
cialIv fpndarad n fo hin, Ia ,-o,,tl I,