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specially abusive of himself occurred. In the afternoon we walked to Chittenden, the {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|m..god}} and man forsaken town in the State. And {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|t..he}} evening came, and with it the hour for the seance which occurred on that day earlier than usual. Arranged as as on the previous evening, with all the belongings in the same shape, except that the light was dimmer and the regular fiddler absent, we saw William Eddy enter tho cabinet. Hymns were sung to the accompaniment of an amateur on the same fiddle, which the fiddler – alas! – had not carried off. Beginning with “Coronation,’' we ranged during the evening through a great variety of sacred and profane music. We were just intoning “It was my last cigar.” to the tune of “Dearest May,” when the curtain before the cabinet moved as on the previous evening, was drawn hack, dropped again and finally let out Honto. She had put on a white gown, reaching to the ankles, with a narrow dark band across the shoulders and to the waist, a dark overskirt to the knees, wide open in front, white stockings, apparent when she danced, and two braids of hair falling down her back. Her features were dark but altogether indistinct, and her size not unlike that of the medium; but her shoulders were sloping and seemed much narrower. She went to the melodeon, played and sang, producing uncouth, irregular sounds. Then she danced with Mrs. Cleveland as on the previous evening, and Mrs. Cleveland describes her as having a Roman nose, high cheek bones and a copper-colored complexion. Then Mrs. Jacobs was summoned to the platform, and asked by the spirit to play the melodeon. Now began a scene of {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|lively}} import. Honto danced a war-dance that was a cross between a cancan and a plantation dance. She seemed light as a feather, leaping up several feet from the floor with the utmost alacrity and a liberal display of white stocking. She jumped on to a chair, and immediately darted down again and picked from Mrs. Cleveland’s foot what seemed a light rag, which, distending with both hands (not unfolding), she increased to a piece about two yards in length and a yard in breadth, it was perfectly transparent and of a slate tint. This was the “spirit cloth.” Gathering it in one hand she seemed to give it to some one behind the curtain. Not long after another piece was picked from the bare, blank wall, and this seemed to spread under her touch to a great length, so that she threw one end to Mrs. Cleveland, and the two displayed it along the entire length of the platform, without stretching. This was of a black tint, transparent, and also banded behind the curtain. The next piece was taken from Mrs. Jacobs's shoulder, and looked like a veil, and dilated to a length of ten feet. It was disposed of as before. Next, still holding the curtain in her band Honto lifted it far back, and beckoned to Mrs. Cleveland to look in. She did so, and said: “I see him,” referring to the medium. She afterwards described that his face being bent down she could not see it, but discerned his figure plainly, lying on the chair in a trance. Honto retired with a bow, having been out fifteen or twenty minutes, going back at intervals, thrice in all, “to gather materializing substance.” The next apparation, which came very soon, was Maggie, the sister of Mrs. Brown, and hailed as such. She died when she was two years old, but has grown in spirit-land during the thirty-six years since, and now appears as a woman of thirty-eight. In regard to this it is all the more remarkable that “Mayflower,” the little girl of the dark seance, who has been dead 150 years, still retains her childish voice and ways. “Maggie” was dressed in white; her robe longer than Honto’s; a veil over her head and shoulders; a belt around her waist; the hair light, and the face ghastly pale. Mr. Brown asked whether she bad a bouquet. She held it up. Again he asked: “Is mother present?” She rapped, ‘“Yes." After a minute’s stay she retired. Next came a woman. Same white dress, but no veil, dark hair, indistinct face, with color livelier than Maggie’s. Mr. Brown greeted her as his mother. She bowed and retired, having stayed half a minute. The next apparition was a woman in black, with a very dim lace, whom somebody recognized. She was succeeded by another female form, but of these I remember very little. Then came a man shorter than the previous figures, in a robe to the ground which looked like black velvet. The face was altogether indistinct, the whiskers white. Mr. Cleveland hailed him as “Governor Chittenden,” but the figure rapped “No.” Then he suggested his brother, and received an affirmative rapping, he was succeeded by “Mrs. Jacobs’s brother.” He wore a black coat, black pants, white shirt-bosom and collar. The next was a very short figure, dressed in a dark coat reaching to the knees, black pants, and having an indefinite countenance and a black goatee.

specially abusive of himself occurred. In the afternoon we walked to Chittenden, the {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|most}} god and man forsaken town in the State. And {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|thus the}} evening came, and with it the hour for the seance which occurred on that day earlier than usual. Arranged as as on the previous evening, with all the belongings in the same shape, except that the light was dimmer and the regular fiddler absent, we saw William Eddy enter tho cabinet. Hymns were sung to the accompaniment of an amateur on the same fiddle, which the fiddler – alas! – had not carried off. Beginning with “Coronation,’' we ranged during the evening through a great variety of sacred and profane music. We were just intoning “It was my last cigar.” to the tune of “Dearest May,” when the curtain before the cabinet moved as on the previous evening, was drawn hack, dropped again and finally let out Honto. She had put on a white gown, reaching to the ankles, with a narrow dark band across the shoulders and to the waist, a dark overskirt to the knees, wide open in front, white stockings, apparent when she danced, and two braids of hair falling down her back. Her features were dark but altogether indistinct, and her size not unlike that of the medium; but her shoulders were sloping and seemed much narrower. She went to the melodeon, played and sang, producing uncouth, irregular sounds. Then she danced with Mrs. Cleveland as on the previous evening, and Mrs. Cleveland describes her as having a Roman nose, high cheek bones and a copper-colored complexion. Then Mrs. Jacobs was summoned to the platform, and asked by the spirit to play the melodeon. Now began a scene of {{Style S-HPB SB. Lost|lively}} import. Honto danced a war-dance that was a cross between a cancan and a plantation dance. She seemed light as a feather, leaping up several feet from the floor with the utmost alacrity and a liberal display of white stocking. She jumped on to a chair, and immediately darted down again and picked from Mrs. Cleveland’s foot what seemed a light rag, which, distending with both hands (not unfolding), she increased to a piece about two yards in length and a yard in breadth, it was perfectly transparent and of a slate tint. This was the “spirit cloth.” Gathering it in one hand she seemed to give it to some one behind the curtain. Not long after another piece was picked from the bare, blank wall, and this seemed to spread under her touch to a great length, so that she threw one end to Mrs. Cleveland, and the two displayed it along the entire length of the platform, without stretching. This was of a black tint, transparent, and also banded behind the curtain. The next piece was taken from Mrs. Jacobs's shoulder, and looked like a veil, and dilated to a length of ten feet. It was disposed of as before. Next, still holding the curtain in her band Honto lifted it far back, and beckoned to Mrs. Cleveland to look in. She did so, and said: “I see him,” referring to the medium. She afterwards described that his face being bent down she could not see it, but discerned his figure plainly, lying on the chair in a trance. Honto retired with a bow, having been out fifteen or twenty minutes, going back at intervals, thrice in all, “to gather materializing substance.” The next apparation, which came very soon, was Maggie, the sister of Mrs. Brown, and hailed as such. She died when she was two years old, but has grown in spirit-land during the thirty-six years since, and now appears as a woman of thirty-eight. In regard to this it is all the more remarkable that “Mayflower,” the little girl of the dark seance, who has been dead 150 years, still retains her childish voice and ways. “Maggie” was dressed in white; her robe longer than Honto’s; a veil over her head and shoulders; a belt around her waist; the hair light, and the face ghastly pale. Mr. Brown asked whether she bad a bouquet. She held it up. Again he asked: “Is mother present?” She rapped, ‘“Yes." After a minute’s stay she retired. Next came a woman. Same white dress, but no veil, dark hair, indistinct face, with color livelier than Maggie’s. Mr. Brown greeted her as his mother. She bowed and retired, having stayed half a minute. The next apparition was a woman in black, with a very dim lace, whom somebody recognized. She was succeeded by another female form, but of these I remember very little. Then came a man shorter than the previous figures, in a robe to the ground which looked like black velvet. The face was altogether indistinct, the whiskers white. Mr. Cleveland hailed him as “Governor Chittenden,” but the figure rapped “No.” Then he suggested his brother, and received an affirmative rapping, he was succeeded by “Mrs. Jacobs’s brother.” He wore a black coat, black pants, white shirt-bosom and collar. The next was a very short figure, dressed in a dark coat reaching to the knees, black pants, and having an indefinite countenance and a black goatee.