AMONG THE SPIRITS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3033, 16 March 1881, Page 4

AMONG THE SPIRITS.

There was a seance in town a few nights since. Ay I was making for it, in company •with the reporter of an evening paper, he said ho had seen a gambler named Gus Gh'ahtim shot down in a town in Illinois years ago by a mob, and as Lo was probably ihe only person in San Francisco who knew of the circumstances, ho thought he would "give the spirits Graham to chaw on a while." [N.B. —This young creature is a Democrat, and speaks with the native strength and inelegance of his tribe]. In the course of the show he wrote his old pal's name on a slip of paper and folded it np tightly and put it in a hat which was passed around, and which already had about fire hundred similar documents in it. The pile was dumped on the table, and the medium began to take them up one by one and lny them aside, asking, " Is this spirit present? or this ? or-this?" About one in fifty would rap, and the person who sent up the name would rise iv his place and question the defunct. At last a spirit seized the medium's hand and wrote " Gus Graham " backwards. Then the medium went skirmishing through the papers for the corresponding name. And that old sport knew his card by the back. When the medium came to it, after picking up fifty others, he rapped. A committee man vinfoldad the paper, and it was the right one. I sent for it and got it. It was all right. However, I suppose all Democrats are on sociable terras with the devil. The young man got up and asked : "Did you die in '51 ? 52? 53? 54?—" Ghost: ''Bap, rap, rap." " Did you die o£ cholera ? diarrhoea ? dysentery ? dog-bite ? smallpox ? violent death ?—" " Rap, rap, rap." " Were you hanged ? drowned ? stabbed shot?—" " " Rap, rap, rap." " Did yon die in Mississippi ? Kentucky ? New York ? Sandwich Islands ? Texas ! Illinois ? " " Rap, rap, rap." " In Adams county ? Madison ? Randolph ! " " Rap, rap, rap." Ib was no use trying to catch, the departed gambler. He knew his hand, and played it like a major. About this time a couple of Germans stepped forward, an elderly man and a spry young fellow, cocked and primed for sensation, t hey wrote some names. ' Then yoxmg Ollendorff said something which sounded like— " Ist em geist hieraus ?" [Bursts of laughter from the audience.] 'Hiree raps—signifying that thei'e was a geist hieraus. " Volien sic schriehen ?" [More laughter. Three raps. " Finzig stollen, linsowfterowlickterhairowfterfrowlcinerubackfolderol ?" Incredible as it may seem, the spirit cheerfully answered Yes to that astonishing proposition. r J he audience grew more and more boisterously mirthful with every fresh question, and they were informed that the performance could not go on in the midst of so much levity. They became quiet. The German ghost didn't appear to know any tiling at nil—couldn't answer the simplest questions. Young Ollendorff finally stated some numbers, and tried to get at the time of the spirit's death ; it appeared to be considerably mixed as to whether it died in 1811 or 1812, which was reasonable enough, as it had been so long ago. At last it wrote " 12." Tableau! Young Ollendorff sprang to his feet in a state of consuming excitement. He exclaimed : " Laties and shentlemen ! I write de name fon a man vot lifs. Speerit-rabbing tells me he ties in ya'hr eighteen hoondred and dwelf, but he voos as live and helty „, j The Medium—"Sit down, sir! " Ollendorff— "But I vant to ' Mβ Hum—'Yon are not here to make speeches, fir —sit clown ! " [Mr 0. had squared himself for an oration.] Mr o—"But de spperit cheat!—dere is no such spperit—" [All this time applause and laughter by turns from the audience.] Medium—" Take your seat, sir, and I "Will explain the matter." ' And she explained. And in that explanation she let off a blast which was so terrific thiit I half expected to see young Ollendorff ehot up through the roof. She said he had come up there with fraud and deceit and cheating in his heart, and a kindred spirit had come from the land of shadows to commune with him! She was terribly bitter. She said in substance, though not in words, that perdition was full of just such fellows as Ollendorff, and they were ready on the slightest pretext to rush in and assume anybody's name, and rap, and write, and lie, and swindle with a perfect looseness whenever they could rope in a living affinity like poor Ollendorff to communicate with ! [Great applause and laughter.] Ollendorff stood his ground with good pluck, and was going to open his batteries again, when a storm of cries arose all over the house " Get down ! Go on ! Clear out! Speak on—we'll hear you! Climb down from that platform! Stay where you aie! Vamose ! Stick to your post—say your say !" The medium rose up and said if Ollendorff remained, she would not. She recognised no one's right to come there and insult her by practising a deception upon her, and attempting to bring ridicule upon so solemn a thing as her religious belief. The audience then became quiet, and the subjugated Ollendorff retired from the platform. The other German raised a spirit, questioned it at some length in his own language, and said the answers were correct. The medium claimed to be entirely unacquainted ■with the German language. Just then a gentleman called me to the edge of the platfrom and asked me if I were a Spiritualist. I said I was not. He asked me if L were prejudiced. I said I was not more than any unbeliever; but I could not believe in a thing I did not understand, and I had not seen anything yet that I could by any possibility cipher out. He said, then, that he didn't think I was the cause of (he difidence shown by the spirits, but he knew there was an antagonistic influence around that table somewhere ; he had noticed it from the first; there was a painful negative current passing to his sensitive organization from that direction constantly. I told him I guessed it was that other fellow ; and I said blame a man who was all the time shedding these infernal negative currents! This appeared to aatiai'y the mind of the inquiring fnnatic, and he sat down. I had a very dear friend who, I had heurd, bad gone to the spirit land, or perdition, or some of those places, and I desired to know something concerning him. There was something so awful, though, about talking with living, sinful lips to the ghostly dead, that I could hardly bring myself to rise and speak. But at last I get trembling up and said with a low trembling voice : ' Ib the spirit of John present ?' (Yoii never can depend on these Smiths ; you call for one and the whole tribe will come clattering out of hell to answer you.) ' Whack! whack ! whack ! whack !" Bless rue ! I believe all the dead and damned John Smiths between Kan Francisco and perdition boarded that little table at once. I was considerably set back—stunned I may say. The audience urged me to go on, however, and 1 said : ' What did you die of ?' The Smiths answered to every disease and casualty that men can die of. ' Where did you die ?' They answered. Yes to every locality I could name with my geography held out. ' Are you happy where you are ?' There was a vigorous and unanimous «Wo ?" from the late Smiths. ' Is it warm there ?" An educated Smith seized the medium's hand and wrote: ' J fc'a no name for it.' 'Did you leave any Smiths in that place when you came away ?" ' Dead loads of them ?" <

I fancy I heard the shadowy Smiths chuckle at this feeble joke—the rare joke that there could be live loads of Smiths where all are dead. ' How many Smiths are present; ?' ' Eighteen millions, the procession now reaches from here to the other side of China.' 'Then there are many Smiths in the kingdom of the lost?' "Ibe Prince Appollyn calls all new comers Smith on general principles; and continues to do so until he is corrected, if he chances to be mistaken.'

' What do lost spirits call their drear abode ?" ' They call it the Smithsonian Institute.

I got'hold of the right Smith at last — the particular Smith I was a^ter—my dear, lost, lamented friend—and learned that lie died a violent death. I feared as much. He said his wife talked him to death. Poor wretch!

By-and-by up started another Smith. A gentleman in the audience; said that this was his Smith. So he questioned him, and this Smith said ne too died from violence. He had been a good deal tangled in his religious belief, and was a sort of a ei'O3s between a TTniversalist and a Unitarian ; has got straightened out and changed his opinions since he left here; said he was perfectly happy. We proceeded to question this talkative and frolicsome old parson. Among spirits I judge he is the gayest of the gay. He said he had no tangible body ; a bullet could pass through it and never make a hole ; rain could pass through }v*n as through vapour, and not discommode him in the least (so I suppose he don't know enough to come in when it rains—or don't care enough) ; says heaven and hell are simply mental conditions ; spirits in the former have happy and contented minds, and those in the latter are torn by remorse of conscience ; says as far as he is concerned, he is all right —he is happy ; would not say whether he was a very good or very bad man on earth (the shrewd old waterpi'oof nonentity! I asked the question so that I might average my own chances for his luele in the other world, but he saw my drift) -.. says he has an occupation here —puts m his time teaching and being taught; says there ore spheres — grades of perfection—he is makingvery good progress —since his matriculation ; (I said mentally, "Go slow, old man, go slow, you have got all eternity before you," and he replied not) j he don't know how many spheres there are (but I suppose there must be millions, because if a man goes galloping through them at the rate this old LTniversalist is doing, be will get through an infinitude of them by the time he has been there as long as old Sesostris and those ancient mummies ; and there is no estimating how high he will get in even the infancy of eternity—l am afraid the old man is scouring along rather too fast for the style of his surroundings, and the length of time he has got on his bands) ; says spirits cannot feel heat or cold (which militates somewhat against all my motions of orthodox damnation—fire and brimstone) ; says spirits commune with each other by thought—they have no language ; says the distinctions of sex are preserved there—and so forth and fo on.

The old parson wrote and talked for an hour, and showed by his quick, shrewd, intelligent replies, that lie had not beer-, sitting up nights in the other world for nothing; he had been prying into everything worth knowing, and finding out everything he possibly could—as he said himself —when he did not understand a thing he hunted up a spirit who could explain it, consequently he is pretty thoroughly posted. And for his accommodating conduct and his uniform courtesy to me, I sincerely hope he will continue to progress at his present velocity until he lands on the very roof of the highest sphere of all, and thus achieves perfection.—Mark Twain.