HIS HALO DIDN'T FIT.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 17, 26 January 1878, Page 4

HIS HALO DIDN'T FIT.

MANY of our citizens will remember a man named Baker, who owned a fewfleet horses, and did not live very many miles fram Utica. He was a good enough man as the world goes, but a chronic grumbler and "fusser," and would not allow himself to be pleased if he was given half the country. Baker died not very long ago from the effects of an accident, and his neighbors felt considerI able curiosity in regard to his welfare—whether or not he would be better pleased in the other world than he was in this one. To test the question, a few of them interviewed an experienced spirit medium, nameo Chester, if possible, to find, " how about it," and the result of the interview has been given to a " Herald" reporter. The medium endeavoured in vain to " raise " Baker, but succeeded in calling up a spirit friend who bore the euphonious I name of Buck in this world. In reply to interrogations, Buck said he had met Baker but once, and he was the same old stick, grumbling, growling, and finding fault with everything even in heaven. I The spirit Buck said he was somewhat amused and surprised at Baker's conduct, and then told his story : ■ "In floating around space and looking among the angel's for friends from NewYork, Utica, Rochester, Buffalo, Cleveland, and other places, I came across Baker, and expressed astonishment that he was here, to which he replied, ' if I had my own way I wouldn't be hero at all, but my 2.23 mire ran away the other day and broke my neck, and here I am, so I suppose I have got to stay.' ' Well,' I remarked, ' this is a pretty nice phu e, and now that you are here for good, tell me how you like it ?' ' Like it! I don't like it a bit, and I wish I was back on earth again.' ' Why, what is tho matter with this place,' I said ; ' don't you find everything bright and pleasing ?' ' No, I don't,' growled BhW; 'thing* don't suit mo here at all. Why, when I came up through the clouds it rained like Bcratch, and I got all wet and cold, the lightning nearly tore me to pieces, the thundor niado mo deaf, and then this bright light all around mo here has noarly blinded me, and besides that " this darned halo don't fit worth a cent! ? I found it was useless to attempt to make Baker happy, so I left him to his fato." Medium Chester's seance pleased Bakor's Utioa frionds very much, and now when any of their friends oomo around grumbling- over trifles they inquire— I " What's tho matter; don't your halo lit I" I " Utica Herald."