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{{Style P-HPB SB. Title continued |Prophecies and Counter Prophecies|3-230}}
{{Style P-HPB SB. Title continued |The Revelations of a Mirror|3-230}}
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{{Style P-No indent|in one corner. In the centre of the chamber stands a round table, upon which is a crimson cushion, on that a clown. (This is curious. Crimson is the mystical color of the male principle in Nature. If this seeress had been imagining what she saw, she would have been most likely to describe a blue cushion, as this is the color of Notre Dame de Paris, and naturally associates with the French imperial personages, she claims to see in the mirror). The crown is one blaze of diamonds, and the whole is covered with a glass case. Invisible hands lift the crown and place it on the brow of the lad, who, I now see, is the Prince Imperial. A thistle drops from the crown. Then come up the words: Austria, Prussia. A rase comes at one side of the crown and thistles at the other, the down from which flies and turns into diamonds. Seven brilliant stars glisten over the crown. (Cabalism again). The Emperor Napoleon I. appears. An officer—the name “Ney” is shown.—steps forward and, with a profound obeisance, hands him a scroll. Another officer makes his appearance and looks fiercely at the crowned lad. Name, MacMahon. Me attempts to stamp the rose under his feet, bot a gloved hand holds him back. A finger of the gloved hand points to the figures 3-3-3. Then appears Napoleon III., as if riser from the tomb, and stands before them. Word: Austria shown; the Empress appears triumphant. The thistle lies withered on the ground. A beautiful lady comes and gives the name: Princess Adelaide of Prussia; next the name of William. Napoleon III. writes upon the wall, “None bat a Bonaparte can rule in France. Laws of 1874-76.t Great news!”}}
A large cathedral appears, and with it the names: St. Peter’s, St. Vincent, St. Joseph, St. Andrew, Ste. Marie. St. Michael, St. Paul, at Chiselhurst—in all these shall be sung “A-men. Ave Maria!”
A lovely lady clothed in white robes and with a crown of diamonds on her head, enters the cathedral door. I see the wards Joan d’Arc, Orleans, and the words, “Record the great news of 1880.”
She disappears, and then are shown: A sheaf of wheat bound with silver thread: an eagle with a branch of Naves in its mouth, a golden butterfly with gorgeous wings; and a golden calf, with people bowing before it. Then all grows dark; the mirror turns black as night. Seance ends.