The Newtown bee., 1893-06-09
NUMBER 23

|, Mystery to me,
 That Souls in Bliss should come to Earth,
 To say their A. B. c. Oh, What Miracle Sublime | It shews the Worlds advance, When Spirits leave their bright abodes | To h.ake table dance!
 To have this awful Mystery solv'd Perhaps they may be able
 The faith that will a Mountain move Can doubtless move Table.
 Amazed saw how calm they were With all this spirit rising;
 They only called these Magic ATS kind Of Magnetizing.
 So none for witchcraft met ye Fate Of Pharioh's iuckless Baker,
 Nor did they seek to drive or scourge | Baptist or Quaker.
 I gat me quick to Gallows Till,
 That fearful place to see, Where Witches are condemned to Hang | High on ye Gailows Tree.
 l only saw two Shadowy Forms, orSpecteral Collins rather; | One seemed like him of Cloven Foot, The otber-Cotton Mather. | l thought to see ye Gibbet there, The Ladder mounted high, The Rope suspended from ye Beam, For those condemned to Dye. | marvelled much that there tounde The Sod was smoothe and bare, No mounds of freshly shoveled Earth, No Grove ot Locust there. Amazed I stood and looked around,
 The Grass was living greene, Afar saw ye deep blue Sea;
 A City lay between. went into Dwelling House
 I ransacked every Room, could not find Spinning Wheel,
 Noryet a Weaver's Loom. They had no Shutters on ye Shelf;
 The Dressers, too, had fiowne; No Pewter Plates, well scrubbed and neat,
 In order brightly shone. No Settle by ye Kitchen Fire.
 No Sand upon ye Floor, And when asked for Finder Box
 In Laughter they did roar. l went into another House
 The Fireplace was Box; looked within, and there founde
 The Fuel-only Rocks! And when asked for Mug of Flip,
 No Loggerheads were seen, But in ye Place of Worship neare
 Were Loggerheads-I ween. I walked into this Meeting house
 Just as the Psalm was read; The Parson had no Surplice on,
 No Wig upon his Head. I saw no trace of Sounding Board, No Hour Glass had they there, To prove ye sermon two Hours long,
 And measure of the prayer. No Chorister with tuning Fork, No Tythingman so grim- Nobody in ye Deacon Seat
 To Deacon of ye Hymn. | But see-within that Sacred House, That place for humble Prayer, l Averted looks, and bitter Scorn,
 And jarring Sounds are there, An me! to see ye stubborn Will,
 The cold and formal Dealing, The stern Repulse, ye Needless Pang. The lack of Christian Feeling I asked Shade-why is it thus, | That Men in wilfnl Blindnesse, Are pledged to Total Abstinence From Milk of Human kindness: Why have they not the Gospel here
 Its gentle Spirit breathin's' "Alas!" Quoth he (and shook his head)
 They've sent it to ye Heathen-" Methought saw two Shining Ones
 In robes Of Heavenly Light, Their Names they sayde, were Faith and Hope And Tears bedimmed their Sight. They mourned a Loving Sister gone,
 Her brighter Light had vanished; ''Ah why?" sayde they, ''Should we remain
 When Charity is Banished!'' I turned away with saddened Thoughts, And pensive Feelings ledd, And sought ye Place where living Dust Soon mingled with ye Dead. | I looked upon ye Hillocks greene The Winds were sweeping OCT, And Ghostly Shadows fitted bye, | Of Forms beheld before. Remembered names were sculptured there On many an Antient Stone; ! And One saw, well grown with Moss; looked-it was My Own.
 Alas it soon flashed OCT me then That my dream was not what it seemed,- - ! For all at once then awoke, And pondered on my Dream"