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			<center>{{Style S-Small capitals\|By E. A. Gomes}}</center>

	{{Style S-Small capitals\| One}} night in the month of October, 1875, I had retired to rest, and after a preliminary perusal of a book, as is my habit, I fell into a half-wakeful sleep. It was between the hours of ten and eleven, when all my faculties were becoming dormant, that I experienced a peculiar sensation as of something hovering about me. Whether it was a visitant from the land of spirits I cannot undertake to say, but I clearly observed two hands, with the fingers pointing towards me, and which were gradually passed along my body from head to foot. At every pause of this movement I experienced a soothing yet shooting sensation through me, as if I were the subject of an electrician. This feeling, moreover, was not confined to any particular part of my system, but was felt forcibly at the parts where the fingers pointed to during the pauses in their movement, as I have described. Fear I had none, but in its place a peculiar sort of pleasurable calm came over me, exercising a soothing influence over my senses, which, at this stage, were keenly sensitive. After this exercise of the digits over me, I imagined the figure had placed itself at my head, and in a voice of mellowness blended with power, commanded me in the English language, “Do not tell!” Although the mandate was, I may say, authoritative, yet its sternness was so mollified by the deep and sepulchral tones in which it was uttered, that with me to “hear was to obey.” After this I started up with indescribable feelings, and endeavoured to find some cause for this strange effect, but there was nothing apparent. As for my having been a victim to the trickery of some individual, it was simply impossible, for my bed was in an upper story, and no means of ingress were available, except the window. My wife was reclining by me in a sound sleep, nor was she disturbed in the least. Imputing the circumstance to an incipient attack of indigestion, which, we all know, gives rise at times to strange dreams, I thought no more of it; but, strange to relate, the same thing was repeated the following night, and seven successive nights about the same hour almost. My imagination was so worked upon, that I awoke on the eighth night with a start, which aroused my wife, who inquired what was the matter, and observed an undue beating of my heart. Bearing in mind (although placing no great stress upon) the strangely delivered mandate, I tried to pass it off until after much importunity I unburthened myself to my wife, and it is remarkable I have not experienced a recurrence of these sensations since. Very probably my violation of the command dissolved the “Fatal spell around me so entwined.” Yet, judging from the ill-luck that has since attended me in my mundane affairs, even in the most trivial items, I am forced to conclude (though not prone to superstition) that my having disobeyed the order by not keeping the affair locked up in my breast, has led to the misfortunes I have subsequently endured. In short almost every thing that I undertake proves a failure. There may be legitimate causes to account for my unsuccessfulness, but the coincidence is so strong, and above all, following immediately after the breaking of faith, that I can hardly wean myself from imputing my failures to the ''very ''cause.		{{Style S-Small capitals\| One}} night in the month of October, 1875, I had retired to rest, and after a preliminary perusal of a book, as is my habit, I fell into a half-wakeful sleep. It was between the hours of ten and eleven, when all my faculties were becoming dormant, that I experienced a peculiar sensation as of something hovering about me. Whether it was a visitant from the land of spirits I cannot undertake to say, but I clearly observed two hands, with the fingers pointing towards me, and which were gradually passed along my body from head to foot. At every pause of this movement I experienced a soothing yet shooting sensation through me, as if I were the subject of an electrician. This feeling, moreover, was not confined to any particular part of my system, but was felt forcibly at the parts where the fingers pointed to during the pauses in their movement, as I have described. Fear I had none, but in its place a peculiar sort of pleasurable calm came over me, exercising a soothing influence over my senses, which, at this stage, were keenly sensitive. After this exercise of the digits over me, I imagined the figure had placed itself at my head, and in a voice of mellowness blended with power, commanded me in the English language, “Do not tell!” Although the mandate was, I may say, authoritative, yet its sternness was so mollified by the deep and sepulchral tones in which it was uttered, that with me to “hear was to obey.” After this I started up with indescribable feelings, and endeavoured to find some cause for this strange effect, but there was nothing apparent. As for my having been a victim to the trickery of some individual, it was simply impossible, for my bed was in an upper story, and no means of ingress were available, except the window. My wife was reclining by me in a sound sleep, nor was she disturbed in the least. Imputing the circumstance to an incipient attack of indigestion, which, we all know, gives rise at times to strange dreams, I thought no more of it; but, strange to relate, the same thing was repeated the following night, and seven successive nights about the same hour almost. My imagination was so worked upon, that I awoke on the eighth night with a start, which aroused my wife, who inquired what was the matter, and observed an undue beating of my heart. Bearing in mind (although placing no great stress upon) the strangely delivered mandate, I tried to pass it off until after much importunity I unburthened myself to my wife, and it is remarkable I have not experienced a recurrence of these sensations since. Very probably my violation of the command dissolved the “Fatal spell around me so entwined.” Yet, judging from the ill-luck that has since attended me in my mundane affairs, even in the most trivial items, I am forced to conclude (though not prone to superstition) that my having disobeyed the order by not keeping the affair locked up in my breast, has led to the misfortunes I have subsequently endured. In short almost every thing that I undertake proves a failure. There may be legitimate causes to account for my unsuccessfulness, but the coincidence is so strong, and above all, following immediately after the breaking of faith, that I can hardly wean myself from imputing my failures to the ''very ''cause.

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	...		{{Style S-Small capitals\| Mr. J. J. Morse}} has left London to reside in the provinces.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| M. Gustave de Veh}} is in London, on a temporary visit to this country.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| Allan Kardec’s}} ''Heaven and Hell, ''translated by Miss Blackwell, and ''Rifts in the Veil, ''consisting of choice extracts from the medial and normal literature of Spiritualism, have been published in London this week.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| Prince Wittgenstein}}, who for some months commanded a section of the Russian army in the war against Turkey, has returned to his home in Vevey, Switzerland. All the readers of these lines will be glad to hear that he is safe and well.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| We}} are informed of a poor man who is a medium, and conscientiously cannot think of taking money for his ''stances. ''We recommend him not to publish this fact, but to give sittings to the poor gratis. If he publishes it, not a few of the worthless rich will “sponge” him, by civilly persuading him to give gratuitous ''seances,'' that they may avoid paying a professional medium fair value for benefits appropriated.

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	...		{{Style S-Small capitals\| One}} night in the month of October, 1875, I had retired to rest, and after a preliminary perusal of a book, as is my habit, I fell into a half-wakeful sleep. It was between the hours of ten and eleven, when all my faculties were becoming dormant, that I experienced a peculiar sensation as of something hovering about me. Whether it was a visitant from the land of spirits I cannot undertake to say, but I clearly observed two hands, with the fingers pointing towards me, and which were gradually passed along my body from head to foot. At every pause of this movement I experienced a soothing yet shooting sensation through me, as if I were the subject of an electrician. This feeling, moreover, was not confined to any particular part of my system, but was felt forcibly at the parts where the fingers pointed to during the pauses in their movement, as I have described. Fear I had none, but in its place a peculiar sort of pleasurable calm came over me, exercising a soothing influence over my senses, which, at this stage, were keenly sensitive. After this exercise of the digits over me, I imagined the figure had placed itself at my head, and in a voice of mellowness blended with power, commanded me in the English language, “Do not tell!” Although the mandate was, I may say, authoritative, yet its sternness was so mollified by the deep and sepulchral tones in which it was uttered, that with me to “hear was to obey.” After this I started up with indescribable feelings, and endeavoured to find some cause for this strange effect, but there was nothing apparent. As for my having been a victim to the trickery of some individual, it was simply impossible, for my bed was in an upper story, and no means of ingress were available, except the window. My wife was reclining by me in a sound sleep, nor was she disturbed in the least. Imputing the circumstance to an incipient attack of indigestion, which, we all know, gives rise at times to strange dreams, I thought no more of it; but, strange to relate, the same thing was repeated the following night, and seven successive nights about the same hour almost. My imagination was so worked upon, that I awoke on the eighth night with a start, which aroused my wife, who inquired what was the matter, and observed an undue beating of my heart. Bearing in mind (although placing no great stress upon) the strangely delivered mandate, I tried to pass it off until after much importunity I unburthened myself to my wife, and it is remarkable I have not experienced a recurrence of these sensations since. Very probably my violation of the command dissolved the “Fatal spell around me so entwined.” Yet, judging from the ill-luck that has since attended me in my mundane affairs, even in the most trivial items, I am forced to conclude (though not prone to superstition) that my having disobeyed the order by not keeping the affair locked up in my breast, has led to the misfortunes I have subsequently endured. In short almost every thing that I undertake proves a failure. There may be legitimate causes to account for my unsuccessfulness, but the coincidence is so strong, and above all, following immediately after the breaking of faith, that I can hardly wean myself from imputing my failures to the ''very ''cause.

			It will be considered an obliging aet if any one more enlightened would trace out the origin of this event, more so as it is generally supposed to have a strong leaning to mesmerism.

			Hyderabad, Deccan, India, December 7th, 1877.

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	...		{{Style S-Small capitals\| The}} discussion on Dr. Wyld’s paper will be published with the next one on the same subject.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| Mr. and Miss Ella Dietz}} will next month begin to give a''' '''series of entertainments at the Langham Hall.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| A sufficient}} number of persons desire to attend the next meeting of the Psychological Society on slate-writing to fill the hall twice over.

			{{Style S-Small capitals\| Mr. J. Coates}} will shortly give a mesmeric lecture at''' '''the Queen’s Hall, Liverpool, for the benefit of the distressed miners in South Wales.


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