New-York tribune., 1919-11-15

| Of fact she mildly and ambguously
| proceeded thus:
Through that vast vale black. pitlike.
| Wouldst thou hold a taper?
| Woudsk thou lend thy hand unto them
that seek?
Is that yearning. born ot truth
| Eating thy heart in hungry anticipation
| That thou shoudst leave beacon upon
the sands?
Yet: o had thou beheld the regal bark OF
| day
Floating upon the sea of eternity
And no beacon alisht. no chart!
! In benedictlon do bow before thee.
DIR. Hyslop Looks Worried
This was received with polite mur-
murs of surprise as Dr. Hys op made
his way back to the fireplace. He
listened to the rest of the sayings Of
Patience with slightly worried,
! enlgmatical expression. He refused to
commit himself one way or the ohcr,
, saying that he was perfectly open
minded about it. He admitted it to be
an extraordinary psychological phc-
nomcnon, but SAID he would be unable
to spare the time to give the examina-
! tlons and tests necessary to establish
anything definite about the perform
ances of Patience. He insisted that
mis- accusations were against her pub
I fishers and editors and not against
Mrs. Curran personally.
AS Ethel Barrymore seated herself
at the table Mrs. Curran proceeded to
/ explain why Patience chose her as a
, medium for her messages to this world.
"She explained to me once that she
sought to communicate through me
because my nature was attuned to
hers" she declared. mo other spirit
ever bothers me and I manage to live
quite healthily and .wholesomely, not
wthstanding Patience. 1t is really a
miracle that has happened to me- Don't
attach any Importance to the ouija
board. 1t is only means of concen-
tration and signifies nothing"
Verse to Ethel Barrymore
Patience then addressed herself to
Ethel Barrymore as follows:
Great Cod With mine eyes uprascd un-
fearfully
Il commune with the shadows-the lowering
shadows
Which the gifts of thy being!
l am thrce-fold blessed, for within the
flesh of man
I may find but egotry and the chaHs
But there is Il deeper cup which Is ninel
Yea. may lay hold with mae own hands
Upon the cups presented from the pit of
mans soul
Filled with the wine of imagination,
And | may drink and become drunk upon
the sup.
Dreaming dreams that cling like robes
and lifting my head in strange clements
Yea Mans station 1 may discard as a
glove,
Become a dolt. a lout Or a noble at wishing.
Within paint pot l may dip
And wreck havoc with Thy creations
Masqueradrng with sure faith in the folly,
For l present stuff which is q food unto
the earth.
Yes, emotion cloak within a cloth and
metals
-s'Al walk before the eyes Of man en-
LA ~tins him.
is this :. - or is 1t not attainment?
Fore God So day is tattercd torn
May not patch =; with the wizardy Thou
hast delivered me?
Renewing man In dreams SO. when ne
leaves the tabernacle of dreams
He stanGeth. wondcring-wondering
Is the day so gray or is it transformed
In the new drink he hath supped?
"Flowers" for MIR. Rathom
Mr.: Rathom got the most flowery out
pourings of Patience. She talked to
him about "plucking purple lilies and
sleeping them within his dreams and
weaving these DER the tapestries Of his
songs and much more in a vein of
vouptuous metaphor.
1t seems that sometimes Patience is
not entirely polite to her human me-
dium. For instance. she continually
calls her "Follytop,' and yesterday Mrs.
Curran vowed she heard herself called
a dullard. Although she has never had
q concrete vision of Patience she saws
she hears her sweet, low-toned voice
continually in her ears.
The last of the pubic writings" viii
be given at Mrs. Behr's home TODAY.