wards the scene of combat. My staff attacked the retiring enemy. 'Trukkee,' said my guide. 'The game is mine,' reechoed the internal voice. My heart was wroth with Mc Murdo for pursuing the robbers like a recruit; I thought he had done me mischief-yet still the voice whispered, 'The game is yours!' It was not my mind that spoke-I AM A CHILD IN THE HANDS OF GOD."

SECTION VIII.

SPIRIT-POWER-MUSIC.

MOST persons have heard the sounds produced by the æoliam harp when placed in a window where there is a draught of air. The sounds are liquid, or rather ethereal; they swell out in full volume, and gradually die away-rising and falling; air, invisible air, is the operator, pressing itself against the threads of the instrument. Accordion music played by spirits in circles, has the same tenuity of sound-the only difference is, that the air gives out no recognized musical composition; whereas, spirit-action, at the oral or mental wish of a person, gives out the tune, or piece asked for; no crabbed note here and there, but the composition is delicately played; and then, frequently, as if annoyed at being tied to the formula of human composition, the music will thrill off to some sweet,— exquisitely sweet and melodious air which attracts, rivets, and subdues the very heart of the listener. I remember well the first time I heard one of those aërial songs-it seemed to come from an immense distance, and gradually approached— filled the room, and then died off; and such was its effect on me, that for the second time in my life since boyhood-I wept. If such was the effect from handling an accordion, the mechanism of which was physical; what must be the melody when they use atmospheres of various densities for the instrument-threads of air, instead of catgut?

I have an accordion, and that instrument I have placed in the hands of several persons-they holding it with one hand by the white rim, and the key end of the instrument within three or four inches from the floor; and it has been moved up and down-pulled with force, so as with difficulty to be held. These persons were personal friends who came for the first time to witness phenomena. In Mr. Home's hand, at my mental request it has several times played the song I wished.

I give here a few verifications, that the mind may, from its remembrances, classic or scriptural, revivify instances of a like character.

MR. RYMER, 1857.-"I had purchased an accordion; it was called for; hymns and tunes were played, and without any visible agency."

DR. R., 1860.-" At the residence of a person of distinction a large bell was rung below the table, and was then taken from the hand of the hostess of the evening, and placed, first in one of the visitor's hands, and then taken from his, and placed in the hand of X, and then taken out of it, and thrown below the table. The accordion played the most beautiful music in the hand of Mr. Home, and also while suspended alone, as verified by one of the circle, under the table. It was the

largest accordion I ever saw; and one end was held by Mr. Home in one hand, the other hand being, as those of all present, on the table. I never heard anything more wondrous or unearthly than that music.

"It was wonderful to hear how the echo gradually died away.

'O hark! O hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!'

"The raps were continued from time to time in reply to questions put, &c.

"During all these phenomena six wax lights were burning in the

room."

CORNHILL MAGAZINE, 1860.-"Apart from the wonderful consideration of its being played without hands-no less wonderful was the fact of its being played in a narrow space which would not admit of its being drawn out with the requisite freedom to its full extent. We listened with suspended breath. The air was wild, and full of strange transitions; with a wail of the most pathetic sweetness running through it. The execution was no less remarkable for its delicacy than its power. When the notes swelled in some of the bold passages, the sound rolled through the room with an astounding reverberation; then, gently subsiding, sank into a strain of divine tenderness. But it was the close that touched the hearts, and drew the tears of the listeners. Milton dreamt of this wondrous termination when he wrote of 'linked sweetness long drawn out.' By what art the accordion was made to yield that dying note, let practical musicians determine. Our ears, that heard it,

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that all I had heard of religious teachings for some fifty years, had engendered in me doubts if there was a future beyond the grave. It was not my fault if this was so. I did not want to be an infidel; but they who were my theological teachers were so full of absurdities and contradictions, that, in spite of myself, I could not believe. The future they taught, was revolting alike to my judgment and my instincts; and, unable to conceive of any other, I was led to doubt whether there was any, yet the idea of an eternal separation from the departed was exquisitely painful to me. It was in this mood of mind, and while I was searching for the truth on this topic, that one evening when alone in my library, a VOICE spoke to me in tones which I feared had been silenced for ever, and answered the question, 'Shall we meet again?' Her voice was soft and gentle, but distinctly audible, and how familiar to my ear.

"I was startled, and, of course, the first thought was what an hallucination. I could not conceive it to be anything else. Yet, as I knew whether I could hear or not, I could not get rid of the idea that it was a reality. I never dreamed, then, of such a thing as the Spirit of the dead being able thus to speak; and for several weeks I debated the matter in my mind, trying to convince myself of the falsity of what I was obliged to know was a fact."-(Signed) JUDGE EDMONDS.

EMPHATIC SPIRIT WARNING.-A young lady of the writer's intimate acquaintance, whom we will designate by her first name, Angeline, was residing in the family of a Mr. Van Brooklyn. A few Sabbaths ago, Angeline (who, by the way, does not profess to be a spirit-medium) entered Henry Ward Beecher's church, and, after her thoughts became composed, and, while she was waiting for the commencement of the services, an interior voice seemed to speak distinctly to her, and say, "You are to part with little Henry" (a child of Mr. and Mrs. V. with whom she resided). She thought this impression very strange, but was endeavouring to account for it as a freak of her own imagination, when the voice again spoke within her, and said, "The finger of death is upon him." She was now somewhat startled, but resumed the ordinary current of her thoughts, when the voice spoke for the third time, and said, "Before another Sabbath shall have dawned, he will be taken away." Now the boy Henry was at that time slightly indisposed with hooping cough, but exhibited no symptoms which were in the least degree alarming. Angeline,

therefore, though by this strange voice rendered painfully anxious about him, could not think he was near his end, and did not deem it proper to mention her impression to his mother. The next Saturday afternoon arrived, and the boy seeming as well as usual, she congratulated herself that she had not been so foolish as to mention her seeming interior monition to the parents, as she thought it extremely improbable that the child would die before the next morning. Early on that evening, however, the boy was suddenly taken with convulsions; and, despite the best medical attendance, he died about two o'clock the next morning. Thus, according to the impression, he was actually taken away about three hours "before the dawn of another Sabbath."-N. Y. Tel.

AN INVISIBLE GUIDE EVER NEAR.-A young lady, who is now in the family of the writer, has just returned from a stroll in the city, and relates the following incident. She started from the house of a friend in Macdougal, near Amity Street, intending to go to Franklyn Street. She passed down Macdougal to Houston Street, intending to go through the latter to Hudson Street, and follow that down to Franklyn Street. But, as she was in the act of turning the corner to go into Houston Street, she was arrested by an interior voice, which suddenly and distinctly seemed to say, "Don't turn out, but keep straight on through Macdougal Street." She accordingly passed directly on, and when about two blocks distant, she met a lady from the country, whom she very much desired to see-at whose stopping-place in the city she intended to call, but whom she would not have seen, had it not been for this mysterious direction.

That same lady was on her way to the residence of a third lady, a few blocks distant, whom it was important that she should see; but, as she was standing on the side walks, talking with our friend, this third lady came round the corner, and the three were brought into contact all in consequence of the impression of our friend. Had it not been for that impression, neither of them would have seen the other, as the third lady would have been absent from her residence on the arrival of the second. This circumstance illustrates the fact that we are spiritually guided in small as well as in great

matters.

VOICE. "Near Bristol the wife of a farmer having, as it is called, 'turned religious,' the husband was enraged because she would not give up her religious ways; he cruelly beat and